I’ll conjure up, create, compose
a poem, which to you, I s’pose
sounds easy, like a piece of piss:
put pen to paper, make ‘em kiss!
How hard - you ask - is writing rhyme.
It takes no talent, only time,
you’d think! Though don’t dismiss desire,
and muse, who forges in the fire
sweet inspiration from the gods:
not wasted on self-centered sods!
Just wordsmith wizard wielding wand,
rogue rhymester, who of words is fond,
a poet proud, with poise and pose,
who pisses on pathetic prose.