Nothing Special

by on January 29, 2019 :: 0 comments

I’m not important.
I know that.
But I like to pretend
that I am.
It makes my legs flow
easier into my trousers.
I walk bolder, more upright,
not quite a king
or even a duke,
just a peasant with swagger
and knives in his eyes.

editors note:

It’s all pretend; except when the daggers are real. – mh clay

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