I'm a poet
I'm a poet don't I know it,
the puppy's nuts,
proper bees knees,
copyrighted in triplicate,
It's a poem well u'll see.
Ain't 50 cents or M n M,
Please show me the money,
I'm a bloke who just writes poems,
oh yeah ain't this poetry.
It rhymes on time,
no etiquette,
the King would call it grime,
take him to the tower,
writing poetry's a crime.
Infallible quintessential,
I guess I'm showing off,
like this bit, oh no you don't
Van Gogh, I'll cut my ear off.
Sensitive is my prerogative,
its all just flooding out,
I'm confidently despondent,
a proper poet with world doubts.
Although I'm not a champion speller,
I've a flair for words with turds,
Pick up on my grammar,
I'll die a poet you ain't heard.
of.
Copyright © CARL SMITH | Year Posted 2022
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