Little something I wrote for my Poetry class after reading the section in our text book on rap. The final two lines or so bug me. Suggestions are appreciated.
Not a Poet
I'm a poetaster, a lyrical disaster.
Got no concept of time, no time to find rhyme.
Intimidated, frustrated and sedated,
I waited and waited for words that faded,
words that didn't come. I just couldn't get it done.
Difficult assignment, put me in confinement
until I write this down. I'll never be renowned
midst the other poets, I'll blow it, I know it.
I'll read this one in class and hope to God I pass