i am no poet

i am a polecat, a pretender, a platypus jabbing himself in the side with poison barb, a placating penny store philosopher, a self plagarizing self aggrandizing self unaware, pompous prehensile tail of a writer

but i am no poet

i am no writer

i am a wayward soul lost in the tides, wandering wastrel, prone to whimsy, waxing on the things just out of grasp, the winking third eye of insolence, weak willed and weeping, worst case scenario, whimpering about

but no writer nor poet

just self aware enough to be able to see all that i will never be