Beggers and apiring poets
Your aspirations are not my problem
You're a nuisance and you don't know it
Through your ignorance you show it
Your welcome, you wear thin
You blow it
and the sad thing is you're a phony
Now everybody knows it
your ratings, you must grow it
But whatever number you earn
You're so below it
And you call yourself a poet
You're just a begger
Inside, you must know it
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