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WHAT RHYMES WITH SUX?

Here I am, bleating out a 'woe is me' tale
I know, yet again, only to fail.
In the basket my writing, could chuck it
or soak, for paper mache, in a bucket.
I know not of this thing called a 'meter'
I only know it rhymes with a name like Peter.
To cleanse my soul, I write from my heart
much schooling not had, I'm not really smart....
I enjoy the writing when it cleanses my soul
it burns within me, like a white hot coal.
Purging from the inside, it makes me feel better
I would rather do it this way, than write an old letter.
Magical words, come in the dead of night
come the morn, they have all taken flight.
I know a good one, has come once in awhile
for on a face, I have created a smile.
Or death, unhappiness and fear
has caused another, to shed a tear.
Placement and form is a pain in the bum
read my words, then to the toilet, run.....
Critique me brutally, it is what I want and need
for then my brain, may compile and learn how to feed.
For stopping now, it may end in a crime
especially now, when I have this rhyme.
Inside the emotions might boil and erupt
if I don't get 'em on paper, before I'm corrupt.
I wish there were poetry meets to attend
then I could hear and follow my yen.
Though in the paper, thrice I was published
I seem to churn out works, that are just rubbish.
Favourite words, I try not, to re-use
new ones I learn, only to abuse......
To write like the masters, I'd really like to do it
think I should give up, before I get shot by a bullet.
Or go back to the paint, with brush in my hand
leaving the pen, to those, who, words understand.
But when I write, it makes others look good
so, I'll keep on doing it, till I am stone or wood.
I agree, as a writer I know I suck
and quite honestly, sometimes I just don't give a f...!
But mostly I do..........