Whispers of a Voice

i am a poet dont tell me what kind of poet to be dont define me dont box me you bastard you fing son of a b&^ch i am a poet im not sure how good I am I try not to think of it I just try to f&cking write something good is coming of this it ebbs and flows sooner or later I find the truth and it comes out the inner self cut down by the violent smash of a car whispers here and there of a voice of the ages whispers O I wish that humanity could help me develop these whispers into a voice of the ages.