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It was all I could muster

Digging deep for some bluster

What amounted to a filibuster

Not one long scream, like Custer

I ain’t Nobody’s poet

And Nobody knows it

He don’t care if he shows it

Without meter I blows it

But give up I will not

These lessons I done bought

Will they all go for naught

Is it poetry, or rot?

Fearlessly I plow on

Maybe I will learn come anon

With no natural skill

Make a fool of myself, I will

The end is not near

Any true poet reads with fear

That I’m talking out my rear

There’s no chance for a career

Poetry is strong

While I flail too long

May as well write in Hmong

Either way, this is just wrong

I don’t claim that it’s easy

Must be making you queasy

For where will it end

Here comes the train, around that bend

When amateurs dabble

In this soulful game of scrabble

They write literate babble

As I sort through the rabble

I prefer Sesquipedalians

Especially to Episcopalians

Who see at night, so Vespertilian

My poetry remains, so Vaudevillian

This effort, so solipsistic

In poetry circles, just one more statistic

Some may say, even sadistic

I’ll settle for opportunistic

I promise to NEVER do this again…;=}}

Bill