There Was A Genius
written by: Robin McNamara
@thewindingroad1
There was a genius who lived alone.
He had a pocketful of time —
Although his thoughts weren’t worth
A dime —
To the hurried minds of idiots.
He was a genius,
Who saw the cracks in society,
Who saw the city in its monied way.
He had a pocketful of poems from a life,
Spent roaming the streets in observation.
Although they thought he wasn’t worth
A dime —
Being an original mind was his only crime.
APRIL 2021 AUTHOR OF THE MONTH at Spillwords.com
Robin McNamara is a widely published poet from Ireland. His debut pamphlet, Under a Mind’s Staircase was published with Hedgehog Poetry Press (2021). Nominated for the Pushcart Prize for ‘Apple Picking Season’ from Under a Mind’s Staircase.
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