Persuasion

Never one for self-promotion
What am I supposed to say?
All I can hope is the readers I have
Are enamoured enough to stay …

Trish-Trash is my voice, my take on the world
Self-indulgent and therapeutic, I wallow in words.
Venting my anger, my beliefs and despair
Only my opinion, why should you care?

Years quickly pass, though, and word seems to have spread
Trish-Trash has a following, my thoughts are being read.
Like a column in a newspaper, in my mind at least
Could this be my calling, from famine to feast?

I hope you consider my ramblings worthy of subscription,
That weekly dose of escapism has morphed into addiction.
Opinions are forthcoming but with humour they are presented
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