Self-deprecation
What radical shapes Can these lines take To blow the minds Of the critical judge? My rhythms and beats Would soon hit delete If held to the academic lens. My forms seem standard My themes unenlightened The topics of today Shaped by cruelty. My meter 4/4 My couplets I adore My birds and trees Are all that come from me. What would they have me do To stand out from you? The poet deemed better Than the rest? What duress must I endure What heartbreak must I cure To be considered the Greatest of this age? Some sage for the annals Whose words fill these halls And speak to a new Generation as the Voice and wisdom of the nation?