Famous

After all the years
After all the beers
After all the tears

I finally am famous
Two of my poems
Have been chosen to be published
The Poetry Selection Committee determined
My writing was not rubbish

They were checked for grammatical goof
Then I cheerfully approved
 “The Artist's Proof”

Maybe I should publish a book
Poems about Death, Depression
The Afterlife
How the Priest told me to find a wife

I should write how poetry helped me
Battle Mental Strife

Now all I have to do is mail the check
I wonder if I will become as famous as Shrek
Yes...I am famous...In my own mind
My Internet Publisher has been more than kind

Their poetic approval has fed my ego
My Poems, My Friends, My Amigos