Mopes

My poetry bites, just read it, you'll see,
I can't even write a poem about me.
Some writers will get paid the big, big bucks.
But never me, why? My poetry sucks.

I can try a catch phrase like "Coke is it,"
But the poem will still be a crock of shit.
Let's write a poem about the rising sun.
Nope. Won't happen. I can't get past line one.

So I try psychedelic metaphors.
But all I get is trash about Pez whores.
Pass the poems around and all will agree
That the one that blows is the one from me.

The Greatest Poet on Planet Earth

I am the Greatest Poet on Planet Earth
And I don't need you to tell me my worth.
I leave other poets lying in the rubble
And I pray to God you won't burst my bubble.

Bitch, shut the fuck up! No one wants to hear what your poem says.
'Cause I'm about to bust some poems about Pez.
And I take my inspiration from ICP.
A great poet you will never be.
So sit the fuck down, no one cares how your shit goes.
Wait til I break out the rhyme about schizos.
Fuck Poe, fuck cummings, fuck Dickinson.
Fuck whoever hates my poems when I'm kicking some.
So while you're still trying to figure out the meaning of your birth,
I'm the greatest fucking poet on planet fucking Earth.