If I were in a band
I’d be screaming out
to the dark rooms
where the smoke
once made the atmosphere.
I’d call out for a chance,
make a game of things,
to have a little fun
while the critics dance
and promise
to remember my name.
I could list
all the things I’d be,
but then there’d be
nothing left but plans
and honesty cripples me
into knowing
that all this shit
is all just shit anyways.


About Sean O'Gorman

Spoken Word poet from Ottawa. View all posts by Sean O'Gorman

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