I Never Ask You

I never ask you for your praise since praise I am not due
But every time I pen a doggerel to myself I'm only true
Though I've written reams and reams of stuff I'm only too aware
That my type are quite plentiful and never have been rare
You say my stuff is worse than average with me that is okay
On what you think of what I do you are entitled to your say
But if with your words you attack me personally I sure will take offence
Those who trash talk people in a personal way sadly lack in common sense
I've written reams and reams of rhymes my jingles race along
It is a lust that lives in me the urge to write is strong
As a person I believe in live and let live I never put another down
Each individual is entitled to his or her own dreams of renown
Perhaps I've written too much stuff or so 'twould seem that way
And for our addictions it would seem there is some price to pay.