Poetry and me

It’s not my strength
I was never good
The words can never come out
It get’s harder and harder
Every time
I like to read it but I can’t write it
It is like  eggs with no bacon
It’s not what I write
It’s hard to fight
But I have to write poetry

It is like a buck with no antlers
It is hard to fight and hard to write

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