If the god Thor had been a poet
I don't have to play by the rules
I don't have to be clean cut or nice
As down and dirty as I wanna be
That's just me
So what's it to you?
Jealous?
Yeah, I just bet that you are
Always picking on me
Showing me no r-e-s-p-e-c-t
Don't like me?
That's only cos you can't beat or be me
Oh well
Isn't that just too bad
So sad
Step to me
I dare ya to
Thunderbolts and lightening flying from my fingers will soon
Knock ya right on your best assceories
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Poetic stunner
Goody goody two shoe stomper
Never falter or blunder
I take what is thrown at me and keep right on going
Workin'
Writin'
Payin' my dues
On my way
Way past you
To the top of the heap
I stand as tall as a mountain
Firm, strong and unmovable
I am no river
From a fight I do not run
Proudly I admit
I believe myself to be
Better, brighter and smarter then you
I'm certainly more open-minded
Heck, some might go so far as to call my almighty pen....
A poetry god!
2009 Ramona Thompson
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem