I’ll talk of my pearls,

my rubies and gems

of gowns made of lace

and gold finished hems

I’ll talk of my island

surrounded by glory

of exotic birds

my elite territory

Oh, and my face

it’s perfect with beauty

What’s that you say?

I’m sounding too snooty?

Okay then! Alright!

I’ll tell you the truth

there are a few flaws

in this “fountain of youth”

That trademark I have

I’ve kept it well hidden

I shouldn’t be bragging

and boasting’s forbidden

I’m really a writer

which means I’m a mess

my hair I just tussle

my clothes, I confess …

… are simple like leggings

my t-shirts un-white

appearance means nothing

what does, is to write.

Okay,! Right now

I’ll stop pecking the keys

Oh, crap. One more thought

(Damn writer’s disease)

Geez!

 

 

photo is from a great article entitled “The Seven Habits of Highly Neurotic Authors”

 

daily post prompt: Trademark