Imposters, An Ode.

Imposters, An Ode. short poem

Uploaded by Jamin Benjamin


Sometimes in the dark,
I see them break apart,
With furry or straight hair,
Into pieces of never there.

I reload and think back,
To when parlour music played,
People laughed and went home,
So happy that they came.

Then the imposters,

They found it funny,
To make laughing a scary joke,
No respect for the colleges,
Or wardrobe challenges we invoke.

Anyone with money can buy a mask,
But it doesn’t mean you deserve it,
I earned my makeup after years past,
Now earn yours to grin and bare it.

Posting triumphs,
You smug limey fans,
How dare you make kids scared,
Their joy was in our hands.

Picked off one behind a city sign,
Two sneaking up on an old lady,
A few more behind a house on 3rd,
And one by my door taking a selfie.

So as noses fly into the air tonight,
Don’t let it get you down,
And multicolored costumes are filled with holes,
Don’t run from a fate that never made you frown,
Remember that like you can buy masks, we can buy guns,
Clowning around offends us, the real, dangerous ones.

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Jamin Benjamin

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Worked for Habitat for Humanity for six years in Texas and California. Went to school for Business Management and Global Business Management, having been in a management position since the age of 20.Writing and acting started in high school when took on role of Drama President at Brea-Olinda High School in Brea, CA and would write, cast, and do stage production for all types of shows from musicals, comedies, dramas, and talent shows. Started writing skits, scripts, poetry, lyrics, and more at an early age. Ultimately would like to become a screen writer, publish a few books.
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