Hack Job Poet
I'm a hack job poet,
And I know it,
But I'm banking on these lines
These spur-of-the-moment rhymes
To live a life comfortable at best,
But what makes me different from the rest?
They've got stories to spin as well,
Lines with scheme and meter that could actually sell,
But me, I write feelings, unplanned and unworthy,
Forgot to count the syllables
Or look my words up in a dictionary.
This isn't iambic pentameter
Or a Shakespearian sonnet,
It's my thoughts mashed up and spit out
For the world's take on it.
Love these words or hate them...
I'm a hack job poet,
And I know it.
And I know it,
But I'm banking on these lines
These spur-of-the-moment rhymes
To live a life comfortable at best,
But what makes me different from the rest?
They've got stories to spin as well,
Lines with scheme and meter that could actually sell,
But me, I write feelings, unplanned and unworthy,
Forgot to count the syllables
Or look my words up in a dictionary.
This isn't iambic pentameter
Or a Shakespearian sonnet,
It's my thoughts mashed up and spit out
For the world's take on it.
Love these words or hate them...
I'm a hack job poet,
And I know it.