I never set out to be a poet
This isn't a deliberate thing
Just how I didn't want to be homeless
Sometimes you just have to follow the spring
I've always been good with words
getting them out, down and onto the page
I've not read any of the classics
My rhythm is all over the place
This is really all quite cathartic
I'm finding it all a little bit ace
It's also cheaper than therapy
Another bonus, I think we all agree
So maybe I'll try and be a poet
And see if I can start to like me
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