Thoughts on the Dangers of Pretending to be a Poet (Part 3)

The dangers are legion, but this post pertains to mockery.

The harshest, obviously, is from your parents. “You are wasting your time and embarrassing the family,” my father says. Then he adds. “No one reads them anyway.”

“How can my poems embarrass the great Carp name if no one reads them?”

“Your unread poems aren’t the embarrassment. You are.”

My mother is gentler. “Muckypants, can you really be a poet if no one reads your poems?”

“You read my poems, Mom.”

“Oh, yes, that’s . . . right. Of course, I do. They’re very . . . quite long, aren’t they?”

“Well, I think they’re only as long as they need to be.”

“Oh, bless your heart.”

As anyone from Roanoke will tell you – if someone says “bless your heart,” you just said something stupid.

Luvgood Carp, Editor-in-Chief


  1. ~M says:

    I love the picture you painted here. It’s sad, but so funny and familiar to me as well. Sometimes we just have to be who we were meant to be because in the end it’s only ourselves that we have to answer to. 💫

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  2. That is hilarious! And so true. I work a job I tolerate so I can write poetry for free.


    1. luvgoodcarp says:

      Haha. That sounds very familiar.

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  3. gwengrant says:

    Love this – so funny!


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