I Make No Apologies

Forgive me not what comes out of my mouth As for what I write down between these lines When it comes to my poetry, it’s as my shout Poetic etiquette for me, I didn't see any signs With truly uplifting words to sorrowful lament To out of this world, or funnies, I have no end Forever, scribbling away, until this pen is bent "Till my emotions are all well and duly penned My poetry gets better as my spelling improves But as for grammar I'm afraid is still very poor Still is nice when someone merits, or approves For I am nothing more, than a sad poet whore Love me, or hate me my words will continue on So I make no apologies for what here is written In my attempts to be a supremo, of a poet don Because playing with all the words, I’m smitten