Who Am I Poem by Slim Jay

Of all the qualities i possess
There are but a few, to them i can attest
Not because i do or do not know myself so well
And probably not because i'm hot like hell
I don't know how to convey this
But i do hope as you read these lines
You won't strain your iris
And won't lose an iota of smile

I'm not this perfect kind of guy
The one who can make you fly sky high
There's a part of me you may not have seen
And there's another, all part of my being
I've got flaws, a 1000 and 1, and a bunch more

I'm very bad at time keeping
More often than i could possibly think
I really do suck at cooking
But i'm good at pouring a drink

I've got a deep voice, so i can't sing
My eyes may not look attractive
Even when i tend to blink
Not that i'm a cheat
But i can't say i'm faithful either
I may not be completely honest
Yet i'm not a liar
I can be mostly hard on myself
And my schedules are packed
Like books on a shelf

I may not always look so bold
I may not be all sweet, hot or cold
My life is like a mystery, i've been told
You may find it boring or amusing as it unfolds

I may not be the ideal guy on planet earth
I may not be able to wipe away all your tears
I sometimes may be scared,
I may not be able to cushion your fears
I may often sound bitter
I try not to be harsh, but don't seem to get better

I may be seen shuffling as i walk
I may sometimes fumble, when i talk
I'm not good at giving reports
And i may not always offer support

I may not always share the same point of view
And my good qualities may just be a handful
I can't promise to be always there
I'm a heavy drinker; water is my beer

I admit, i'm a guy with half a brain
Just a feeble guy who can't endure pain

I may not be totally honest and sincere
But i may do well to keep your smiles crystal clear
I'm the type of guy you might really want to stare...
Deep in the face, and punch me hard, right there
I may not be the guy who will show you that he cares
I may not be the number one
I may not be your most treasured fan
I may not even be worthy of being called a friend
If i'm wrong call me a liar, i'll second

Truth is not far from my book and pen
Rules that are not likely to be broken
Are the ones i love to bend
This is just the part of me, i've learned
You can call this a life story or a fiction; no offense