Shy GuyA Poem by John ByrdI drop them like hot cakes. I have to be in the mood for hot cakes. Regardless I get them for free. With little effort. It’s like getting clothes for free when you’re rich. You don’t need it but they want their clothes to gain reputation. Was once a shy guy. Until I found my gift. My curse. My bad. Gained character. Was known as prince charming. She was sleeping beauty. The beauty in my first dreams. My ego with a giraffe neck. Hit one pass. Hit the next pass. I’m Johnny on draft day Except I decline the contract after a couple of weeks. “I ain’t nothing but a n***a ain’t no reason to pretend”. Take it in. I’ll coach a whole team of players. This is the try outs But everyone gets cut. They all have potential. Instead of them doing suicides. I’m the one running. Ironic.
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