Inadequacy And I

Inadequacy summed it all up nicely,
as he made me pay for a visit
that left much to be desired.
I offered him coffee, and told him about my day.
“Listen now” he replied and said:
“you imagine conversations for hours on end,
and create whole worlds whilst staring at your mirror”.
Offended, I charged him to defend these vague accusations,
and as an item of defence, I produced him my art.
Inadequacy skimmed through a page or two,
reading a line here and there, and then explained:
“You describe a lifetime of experiences,
that scarcely happened outside your quiet eyes.
With eight hundred and fifty three scenes,
and an expanding list of characters,
but no set, no lights, butterflies for your budget, and
only you
as the entire cast,
how could your interesting autobiographical play
ever work effectively?”
Inadequacy drank his coffee, topped his hat and left.
I spent thirty-three minutes looking at my inadequate cup,
wondering how absurdly inadequate my days would get.

By JPV