Pseudonym

Pussy foot around the subject
To make you think,
Make you dissect and analyse
To find what is implied,

Poetry shouldn’t speak to the masses?

The whole point is to hold up a façade,
Keep the truth,
Pseudonyms,
Like what? I’m a spy?

I’m nobody, and so nobody knows me,
So I can tell it
And not give a shit,
I can’t be bothered to show it,
I’m lazy?
Maybe.
But I doubt you feel like I have told you anything