300 pages for me or made in 5 minutes

You write to me today,
How do you know I am me?
A poem for them, you say,
I can hardly undestand
Your many million eyes,
Your self-vending books,
Your prophets, you d*mn!
For poetry's sake,
And vanity, why not?,
Give me ten, give me “The End”
Give me the “happily ever after”,
My five minutes of glory,
Give it to me twice.
Most sincerely,
You've got me,
Your know I'm a prospect,
A buyer-a poet-a-nobody,
A maybe,
You know of my book's loving addiction,
My words to say or write,
But you don't really understand
The little rebel inside me,
And I'm not specially interested in you my boy,
Want a piece of cake?
I won't buy no book!

Víctor Michelón