Me, Myself, and Poetry
I had a lot of confessions
So poetry became my discretion
Through my rhymes I learned various lessons
That everything was a subject that was worth messing
I wrote about my friends
I wrote about worth
I wrote about my kin
And all of my worse
My pain was very important
A touchy subject you will see
Eventually I learned
That it was Me myself and poetry
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