I’m back, I’m back
but I am a hack
Whatever my rack
I cut myself slack
when I should
be shooting for good
I end up bad
and ultimately sad
for my words
are like turds
and my pics
are deep six
I’m a hack
an artistic quack
I should be proud
and proclaim aloud
that these marks
like infinite sparks
are masterful strokes
and not childish jokes
So let not my mediocrity
be my final biography
for I’ve seen that shyte
can truly take flight
from out in the cold
to swimming in gold
I’ve heard many a rap
that was totally crap
so I accept
that the inept
is often seen
as really keen
Its really the frame
that is to blame
for making junk
loose its funk
to take center stage
and become a new rage
Right on
write on
let it flower
and take on power
from the funk
to the monk
stop being glower
and let the words shower
Pfffft …