Poet in the corner, doing his thing. Where’s the fun in being like everyone else.

Say what ya want. I’ll rebel. I’m just not arsed about wealth.

Footy is bloated, I’m no longer devoted.

As I once was.

So whatever, soz.

Anything can happen it in, it’s just a game.

That’s it, I won’t continue to explain.

It’s nice to get rythmin’ again.

Not for the sake of it though.

Not every line has to rhyme.

Not every sentence has to start with with the same word.

To write without passion, that’s just absurd.

What can I say, I’m a cool nerd.

Throwin’ off the shackles, throwin’ caution to the wind.

This is unapologetic, I’m not saying sorry for what I have sinned.

Sayin’ what I feel, to do it any other way is just surreal.

I’m flexible you know, I go with the flow.

It’s uncensored, it’s about feeling’ something real & not for show.

Time to wrap it up now, this is the penultimate line, I’m raw as fuck.

This is a poem, time to publish it & for you to have a look.