All that I love

All that I love are plebian they say

I dispute because I know mine are totally rare

Everyone has variety of things to adore

Therefore I conclude they must grasp it well

One is writing

I say it’s barefaced

Hearing their comments?

Well vengeance is set

This is my anthology

And I possess self-indulgence

I care less of what they say

Perhaps I know they are much deceitful

It’s a mixture of tragedy and everything

A crevice to a playful imagination

A talent which they never have

A gift which I gratefully love