No Contest

Photo Credit — Me! London Bridge

It takes so little for my senses to be derailed

For this fertile thinking to be curtailed

My desire to inspire comes off as weak and

Mired in self aggrandisement, all smoke, no fire

I’m dangerous, too blusterous

And though I’m not — thankfully — con-ta-gi-ous

I’m here to confess, I’m not the world’s best

Won’t win no contest — of that, I’ll profess

I’m not one of a kind

Just got this rambling mind

I write what I find

So I’m begging you — be kind.


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