Some see my verses as dated as out of their time
And I seldom bother to polish my rhyme
The best years of my life to time have long gone
And I must be addictive to keep scribbling on.
Though except they speak of me in an uncalled for way
I care not what others of me have to say
They have their opinions and that suits me fine
And what they think of me is their business not mine.
Since my chances of becoming a successful writer would be beating the odds
I must be a child of the doggerel gods
For I am addictive and my addiction compel
Me for to keep writing reams of doggerel.
Those who organize literary readings me never invite
But I write when the urge is upon me to write
I am quite addictive the facts never lie
And I'll be penning stuff 'til the day that I die.
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