I want to be famous before I die, not afterwards.
Let me enjoy the fame my pen on paper brings me.
The verse, the rhyme, the story my poetry tells you all.
Like Banksy, who doodles art on a wall, let me stand tall.
Allow my poetry, please, to reach out to you, one and all.
Like it, follow it, make me ooze in poetic fame, please do.
You can even share my name; I just want fame, don’t you?
So please remember, follow me, let my poetry lead.
This is just a quick fame idea born now from a poetic seed.
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About the Creator
Marie381Uk
I've been writing poetry since the age of fourteen. With pen in hand, I wander through realms unseen. The pen holds power; ink reveals hidden thoughts. A poet may speak truth or weave a tale. You decide. Let pen and ink capture your mind❤️
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