Not I!

I am not really a poet I do feel
More likwe a copier for other's words I steal
Doubt that any original thought was in my head
Look to true artist if elegance is wanted instead

Spend too much time trying to rhyme
Much in my head not worth a dime
Just making things sound the same anyone can do
As if all the ingredients are found in a stew

It is with effort that I make anything work
Creation with dire consequence that is my perk
To think that 170 times I have presented stuff
Mismatch of words some just off the cuff

Poet is a word reserved for those of your ilk
Who can turn a phrase with the softness of silk
Just happy to know that some of my words dance
Or illicit something positive which is all by chance