I am the best writer (don't you know?)

An ironic gesture to those who claim as much, and give as much.

 

 

My rhythm is very often

The dirk a dirk shanties

Some pleading, some bidden

To seem Honest in panties

 

Each verse I expose is a rose

My context seems all too apparent

My rhythm, gone typos, entirely exposed

The themes are not there, but heaven sent!

 

My meager expositions are gold (don’t you know?)

In veiled honesty I put on the shows

Saying that word-smiting isn’t so bold

I speak on the things that everyone knows! (don’t you know?)

 

I’m published in the versatile scenes

Considered the Best of the Year, can’t you tell?

For saying what everything means

My universal vomit, it seems clearer than a bell!

 

Some say that more themes

With some clever, crafted, new prose

Will consider what others can mean...

But in the clihe', I spend all my days, speaking that it's all one knows!

 

(Don’t you know?)

Reviews

[Ligeia]

I love your rhyme, especially the internal bit.
You portray confidence with this work, it's quite enjoyable.
It seems almost playful, I like that.
Overall a brilliant work, you have a wonderful way with words.
Although... I'm sure you knew that already.

Keep up the good work,
thanks for sharing.

[Boyd Johnson]

i think its more self flagellating than cocky. though enjoyable just the same.

[Cassandra]

Playful, cocky, i liked it :) dont you know ?