Poet from Nowhere

I wrote a poem named "Broken Bones" And all she did was laugh a lot at me, at me, at me So, then she says, "Oh honey, won't you like to be an engineer In Thai, Thailand, Thailand, Thailand?" Won't you die for me, Japan? I've learned a lot, I want to be your prodigy, Thailand No redeeming time, for I Travelling from place to place to find my kind Somewhere! Publishing two dozen books Has coated life with such remorse Working my way down through the pits Seriously taken to be just another Rowling on the loose With sticks and stones that break no bones, or toes or hearts Can you live inside, my poem? For just this once I want to make a child cry by my words Won't you die for me, Paris? Writing down all sorts of ways to blow gold smoke Through cracks I'm a poet from nowhere (no air, I can't breathe) People spit at me (at my family too) When you pick up a flower (or a weed at that) You'd probably not give it to me Condescending mockery is here to be seen And thrown at people who are keen, cause In my life and in my death, jokesters think my work is false, is false, is false I'm a poet from nowhere People laugh at me! I'm a poet from nowhere You probably never even heard of me Nowhere, nowhere --- Poet From Nowhere - Le Butcherettes