"I got something to say, I have a story to tell"

I got something to say, I have a story to tell

It isn’t that I don’t know how, it’s just that I’ve not thought it out,

So throw me in amongst the lowbrow flavor, not all savors the stout,

but if you’re going to stay then I got a poem to sell.

Now quiet yourselves down ‘cause I’m not going to yell

My verse is rehearsed, but I’ll give it to you raw.

If you’re here to stay then you’ll see what I saw.

You’ll see I got cerebral thoughts sharp as a claw,

you see, because there’s no need to cut up a draft or edit.

It’s in the clause that you must pause if haven’t yet read it.

Some poets cannot commence, the anxiety of influence forbids it.

Although prose flows, rhymes show up like truants who missed it.

Now, I suppose the grade’s too steep for the students,

so if you please, teach with bits, pieces, rudiments,

and utter without stutter or clutter. Tell us it takes time to summit

the climb or into the gutter is where you will plummet.

Word of the day: from a random page in the dictionary...

-  lessor - def: a person who gives a lease; landlord