Beg for this

 I would bend the truth
In the pursuit of sex
I would cheat on my tax returns
I would do underhanded
Business dealings
I love to win
But poetry is different
I want to write the wind
Stir a heart
Whisper a kiss
And stroke a soul
And though I can
Rhyme
Meter
And enjamb
With the best of them
I like the way I write
And I won't change it
For a fucking trophy
I'll settle for runner up
You see I'm an obscurist attention seeker anyway