The boastful poet
I heard I heard about the Poetry Corner
And thought it was a no-brainer
The people who wrote there were no stunners
And they haven't met the real master.
Here I come the poetic mad-hatter
An out-of-his-mind eastern gunslinger
I shoot my rhymes like a velvet revolver
I rapped so fast they couldn't measure it on the meter
I even earned a job interview with Fort Minor.
Here I come again the smooth serpent
The slithery one in the animal kingdom
I deliver my lines with such venom
My opponents beg and beg me to free them
And all they ask for is poetic freedom.
People don't know about my hunger or thirst
Not to be second but to be first
To be listened not just to be heard.
But now that I've reached the fifth verse
I found myself getting worse and worse
Was it black magic and I'm getting cursed?
I just couldn't find the right kind of words
To inflict on my opponents a world of hurt.
I move my pen aimlessly around the paper
I just can't string a few words together
I guess it's time for me to falter
I'm getting washed away farther and farther
I know, I know I'm a real goner...
*Rajwinraj*
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