To Rudy Francisco, in re: If You Find Yourself

With thanks to Melissa
THAT is exactly like a poem
I'd write. Only subtle wit where
I barge dim, bold - and more cultured,
in a natural way. More urbane where
I'm clueless, wandering cosmopolitan.

Different ways, styles, no doubt ends 
but kindred sensed in lack of means 
to fix what's perfectly described, 
however hard or easily we lie. 

Why lie at all? When you're 
down, entirely alone, plus 
prone, everyone knows 
you're lying. Might 
as well own.