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Don’t Call Me A Poem

 Don’t call me a poem 

I have not earned that title 

I did not study 

I don’t have a degree 


Don’t call me a poem 

I’m not that fancy 

I’ve lived a lifetime 

Without the gown 


Don’t call me a poem 

I’m far too shy 

I shake all over, I panic 

I’m certainly no poet


Don’t call me a poem 

I have no structure 

I’m far too simple 


Don’t call me a poem 

It’s far too lonely 


Don’t call me a poem 

I’m just like you 

I have no style 


Don’t call me a poem 

I’m far too ugly 

I can’t seem to be normal 


Don’t call me a poem 

I’m still too silly 

Still too young 


Don’t call me a poem 

I have no credentials 

I’ll surely let you down 


Don’t call me a poem 

I have no humour 

I have no rhythm 


Don’t call me a poem 

It’s not a flattery 

I’d far prefer you just read yourself 


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