Creative Specialties

I've been spoiled.
My grandparents.
Parents.
Sisters and ex-wives.
All had me believing...
I can choose to sit,
Permanently on any throne.
And stay for as long as I wish...
Since I was in command.

'Look dude...
Nobody here standing in line,
Cares who told you what.
You're not the only one,
Wishing a visit with Mother Nature.
Comeon, man! '

Well it is obvious to me...
None of you have been blessed with,
Creative specialties.
If you are patient,
I can sing for you...
Just 'one' chorus,
Of Moon River?

poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
Submitted by Poetry Lover
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