WHAT AM I ?

Am I a poet, or just a daft fool,

Who learned very little when I was at school ?.

Some think I'm clever, some think I'm insane,

To put pen to paper, when I've so little brain.

Well, what does it matter, I think it's great fun.

I just can't stop writing once I've begun.

I let my mind wander, and write down what I dream.

Words keep on flowing, like leaves in a stream.

I waste so much paper, it's really insane,

But I must write it down, to make space in my brain.

Once it,s been written, I feel better I find,

It eases the pressure in my tiny mind.

Though to achieve world wide fame I may never aspire,

I'm told my work's good,

FOR LIGHTING A FIRE.

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