Winging It - Poem by pappi sanchez
I have no idea how to rhyme.
They gave me absolutely no choice so I had to shine.
Through meadow and sea there's nothing as bright as me.
Too shine to you is a privelage and a sight to see.
It's amazing that I can do this at all so you better beware.
Because I'm coming out fighting and faring well.
There's never been one greater thean me.
I talk alot, you're probably getting bored of me.
I doubt it, I'm very interesting in how I rhyme so completely
So graciously, amazingly and so artistically.
You've probably realized I've been winging it this whole time, so expertly
I can't help it, this feeling that I feel inside.
It takes me so high I might dropp out of the sky.
I just want to say thank you for seeing me fly.
So I bid you good-bye for the rest of the night.
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