Poetic confusion

I love writing poems, and often call myself a 'poet' to be cool. I don't write flowery proses like Shakespeare, because apparently I'm a different person with my own style, right people? I get a thought, which I simply jot down on this online manuscript. 

It sometimes reaches you, sometimes not,

completely based on my will. If you count the 'sometimes not' cases, somehow the poems end up in trash, not because they're trash-worthy but because... they seem cringe, haha. 

The following piece of work will introduce you to the Behind-the-scenes of some of my poems, which are behind the curtains, for good reasons. 

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Scrap this scrap that,

Oh why is this so crap?

So cringy, so weird just looking like a mad cat,

Seems like Eminem's forgetten draft of rap

Who's God, Who's me though by the way?

By the bay, who's there hey!

Gay clouds sound hound,

I have no thoughts oh bots,

Mind is a lot of bot,

Oh bot please clot.

Oh you won't? Ok I shut up,

Just lit the hit up,

I'm having a hiccup,

Ha chee, long time no see.

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