Confession

These past years I’ve met difficulty When it comes to honesty And since: I’ve unlocked my ears Shook hands with my fears And plead a promise to the years yet to come Typically my lies are part of a sum: That I place most modestly On the end of my thumb And smear on my craft Just to call it dumb I’m a hypocrite Of course I’ve written a sonnet And upon it I sit Slightly desperate But I challenge my talent And preform my pageant I can take a hit In an ex agent Of a narrow creed And foolish needs