i write not For the pleasUre of others;
meters and rhythms they're blights to my style.
i Care not what they thinK, just To be clear.
sHare not your IdealS, it doeSn't matter.
How I wriTe's My own; i ain't in denial.
i write nOt for the pleasure of oTHERs.
though my words seem coming From the gUtters,
and their poems bests mine for thousands of miles.
i Care not what they thinK, just to bE cleaR.
Good for you, if yOu think you are better,
my style will get betTer after a while.
i write nOt for the pleasure of otHErs.
Lest they think, i'm no better for Letters,
My wOrk and THEiRs will never reconcile.
i care not what they think, just to be clear.
i won't Fear them, sUrely, i have no fear.
for why do i Care, i Keep not their smiles.
i writE not foR the pleaSure of others.
i care not what they think, just to be clear.
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