The Master of Poetry
The unfiltered truth?
How do I describe myself
In a few lines and some rhymes
When I can't stop thinking
about the rest of my life
Maybe I could mention my religion
Or my lack thereof
My life in a family
Who fears him above
But wait, is the meter right?
Is my rhyme scheme too boring?
Should I try something else?
How about I tell a story
I'm a master of poetry
That's what I'll tell them
Just look at the way
I've colored some letters
Do you see the meaning in that?
Hell yeah that was deep
I might even swear too
So others might see
That I can write poetry
I'm a virtuoso says some
I've colored my letters
But please, I'm not quite done
I can write in weird meters without any rhymes at all, they don't rhyme
I can go off topic on a weird analogy; a bird that breaks free from a nest of ideas
Oh hey, what if I included some onomatopoeias
BANG POW BOOM WHACK SLAM
There we go, I think I've added enough filters
To say exactly what I mean
But in the end,
Have I showed them me?
Something wrong with this poem?
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