The Nicholas Trim 2 Years a Poet Celebration Poem

* I wrote my first poem 2 years ago, to celebrate, I've written this poem where I've stole my own rhymes from my own poems and morphed it all together enjoy I'm a quick wit picnic with sick tricks mentally a fantastic acrobatic doing spins and splits physically but there's always more too learn and more wood too burn big heads remove themselves when they burn their own shelves before this I lived in the shadows full of sorrow and grumble far away from the meadows just stuck in a bubble was always down and doubting me a desert with a drought in me while rain downpours were drowning me with logic leaking out of me wishing for talent though it not apparent something I want but maybe I havent Admittedly a little bit of me could see ability missing ambition to mission living submissively chose to believe built in to me is a skill to free with a gift which sees me a victory my destiny So goodbye to a tired mind the dire times and being too uptight to unwind sending a reminder that I'm wise and wild with will to mile up the clock dial and drive became a grit teeth beginner breaking out the cage growing strong and fitter with wit coming of age squeezing letters out of lemons got me in a rage but the bitter got better and stole the stage I'm going gung-ho I'll let the gun blow I aint done no until I say so I've got sayings to sow when I lay they go woah ink the words in the row as I show off and show why to throw me the doe I can row the boat slow fly high dive low don't underrate bro and belittle or bellow as my bow and arrow will hit you I'm hallow I'll take in the takings like a baker with dough rhyme baking and making it rise up and grow win prizes through flow as I fly like a crow Enter the Everest that devastates as he never ever rests and demonstrates his quick wit picnic of traits that place with lickety split flicks on the page storming the show as it elevates even the audience levitate now the standard setter and I lack compassion unmeasured skill betters the competition I rhyme with a rhythm representing Great Britain you rhyme like you were bitten and are disease ridden I'm an honoured untouchable tactical poet incredibly abled to powerfully show it your rhymes are rotten that's why they're forgotten You're not the dogs bollocks, you're just the dogs bottom My name's Trim Trimmer I'm a chicken dinner bringer not a rapper not a singer just a mother loving winner showing the world I am ambitious aiming up high at satellite dishes