Studio8 - Uniting the Arts

cast your replies upon me
and i shall return poems
ten fold,
to garner even more,
my insecurity demands it
love me, in a variety of ways
hide me, within accolades
even applause would be nice
but never, ever seems enough
i have whore-mongered for art
a tart in poet's garb
a pretender on a bender
drinking it up and spewing it out
like cheap suds on friday night