Classes for writers
are taught by lairs
Failed writers themselves
With no books on the shelves

Angry because they had no skill
Destroying others works become their thrill
Removing any real hope
Destroying how people cope

Its this reason I can rhyme
I never gave classes the time
I might be what some call dumb
But those words wont make me numb

I have moved past their box that confines
With there stupid red marks and fines
Its just not my scene
Being told my work is obscene

Striving to prove myself to someone
Id rather prove myself to no one
But me myself and I
That is no fragile lie

Skill or not
Their opinions can rot
I write what I like
They can take A hike


About shoelessboywonder

Poet and cook, I'm just starting out in the web world trying to grow a fan base for my poetry, it seems like its off to a good start and the site is also made for me to improve upon my writing skills so please rate and comment on the poems you like best, feedback is the greatest way to success thanks for checking me out and my site. View all posts by shoelessboywonder

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