Speaker on the Floor

Shakespeare said the world is a stage
The sound of that makes the world not real
No matter how much I try many will steal
As long as I write it will hurt me the most
Because everyone is a flip flopper flipping their toast
My life is crazy and it can make you look
At why this kid wrote the Jewish Mafia book
Now I am dodging hitters left and right
Like I am the only pitcher pitching tonight
Taking them into a not so perfect game
The game of life is not a game
Not everyone wants to experience fame
Many just want to be heard
And make a living off writing is that so absurd
If my book makes me a million
There will still be a billion people
Boys and girls who sleep on the floor
If someone is opening up my door
I can open it myself but it will take longer
A good deed maybe I can ponder
So continue to watch me from afar
And watch me become the brightest star
And when I do I promise you
That I will speak for the ones who cannot speak
Because thats all I know how to do

(Poetry to Grow a Tree)
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