I know I can't compare br to Maya Angelou or Baudelaire br You will not find me on the shelf br with them or those that make you feel br you want to rent your clothes br with such despair and weep br with grief you cannot bear br I am replete br with simple diction tight and neat br My poems are junk br someday be buried with me meek br Like Hallmark cards br Not fit for lounge rats in a bar br br Written by Sara Fielder © Jan 2012br br Sara Fielderbr br