Nomadic Poet. Poem by Ivan Brooks Sr

I'm unknown, not even yet a laureate
Neither am I considered a real poet
Nope I haven't a masters or doctorate
I write from the depths of my heart.

My lines don't even really conform
I just always wanted to do my best
When it's time to write and perform
Lyrical perfection all from my chest.

I treat spoken word like a marathon
I'm a nomadic poet without any style
I'll come alive like a poetic popcorn
You've seen my work, just one big pile.

Though I tried sticking to iambic meter
My words couldn't make very good rhymes
So I gave up trying to make them better
Even though I tried hard so many times.