Getting my willy out in public
Sharing your poetry is not unlike
Getting your willy out in public.
The reaction it garners is much the same,
couched in politeness or unrelenting disgust.
Loved ones might find something encouraging
to say, while strangers have permission to pass
unflattering review. That’s too long. It left me
unsatisfied. What’s the purpose of that weird
bit at the end? I don’t know.
These weird bits might not have any purpose,
except to stand before you, exposed
accepting that mine is different to yours
but what we have in common, we humans,