A Not so Social Poem

Don’t let it
put its big thumb
on you and
crush you like a bug.
Beware of likes and
no likes.
Don’t pour your soul
down a page of approval.

If you look,
there are to many paintings,
If you look,
there are too many poems,
If you look,
there are too many songs to sing, or
not sing.

If I look,
I am insignificant.

If I weigh me
I weigh nothing.

It is better to be
famous among the barns. **

Knowing where you stand
ain’t so grand.
Delusions are grander
and produce better work.

**- from Fern Hill by Dylan Thomas

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