Closet Writer

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I am a writer, of a type.

But I don't share things I write.

Because I am talking to myself

And its just for me and no one else.

 

So I can say what I hold dear.

Good or bad, I need not care.

Since no one else will ever see,

I can write most devilishly.

 

 

I can just write as I espy

I probably wouldn't, but I could lie.

I can trumpet without fear,

For no one is ever going to hear.

 

 

I can dream up all sorts of things.

I could call you a ding‑a‑ling.

I can be daring or very wise.

Even something special in your eyes.

 

 

I can roam the seven seas.

I can do just as I  please.

And no one else will ever know,

Because I'm a selfish so and so.