I'm a poet and I am poor
My head is full of words for sure
I spit out lines of pure pain
Happy thoughts now and again
When I think I have no more to say
Inspiration comes like a sunshine ray

I'm a poet and I am poor
An addict with no known cure
I have to write to keep me sane
Line upon line again and again
It's a form of therapy to unload 
I'm a tinder box about to explode

I'm a poet and I am poor 
Sometimes I spout out pure manure
Then again I scribe an elegant phrase
Days when I shine and amaze
On my worldly canvas I write 
My enduring pen is my sword of might

I'm a poet and I am poor 
Nobody knows me I am obscure
A man on creative literary mission
Craving acceptance and recognition
Across the globe my energy flows
Will I strike a chord heaven only knows

I'm a poet and I am poor
Determined and a force majeure
A singer maybe I could have become
Or a superstar actor you son of a gun
But I have found calling forever
Don't  stop until you get enough never 

I'm a poet and I am poor 
Waiting for the final encore 
I'm poet and I am poor