I Make No Apologies
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 poems it's all my shout
Poetic etiquette for me, I didn't see any signs
From truly uplifting words to sorrowful lament
Too out of this world or funnies I have no end
Forever, scribbling away, until this pen is bent
Until my emotions are all well and duly penned
My poems are better, as my spelling improves
But the grammar I am 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 is here wrote
In my attempt to be a supremo, of a poet don
Until I can find another hobby in which to dote
Indiana Shaw . . .
Copyright © Indiana Shaw | Year Posted 2018
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