I'm A Motherfuckin' Poet!

 

I can paint pretty pictures with my words
Marvel at the eloquent cinquains I conjure
Stringing together couplets into sestina stirs
Give me a keyboard or a pen and I'll give you what you deserve 

I can heal you when you're hopelessly floating
Maybe ground salt into your wounds by concocting
Limericks saturated in snark and snide poised to sting
Give me a keyboard or a pen and I'll tug and tear at your heartstrings 

I can shape my verses into layers of lays that build
Into my narrative of past experiences and how I feel
Whatever time frame you wish for is a wish I can fulfill
Give me a keyboard or a pen and I'll throttle your vocabulary with my skills 

I can skip past stanzas to make a strong stand against
Clubbing baby seals and pollution and stuff, I have the license
To express all burlesques and ballads unfiltered from influence
Give me a keyboard or a pen and I'll hike up a haiku to get you convinced 

I can paint pretty pictures with my words, don't deny it
I can pretty much do whatever the hell I want with a keyboard or a pen
...BECAUSE I AM A MOTHERFUCKIN' POET!

I am a motherfuckin poet

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