Am I a working poet
Or a very lazy writer
Am I the one who saw it
Or simply another inscriber
Am I the truth that sends
Or the pretending aristocrat
Who fears all that defends
The status quo in his purple hat
Am I the nearly man
Or one leaning to the left
Am I with the gypsy caravan
Or once more sadly bereft
Am I the artist on tour
Or the working man’s retiree
Am I the epitome of the poor
Or seeker disguised as visionary