Ok, this next poem I wrote in sort of an odd form. It's not as if it's never been done before, maybe it hasn't but I doubt it. It’s not my best work, I pretty much just wrote the words from off the top of my head while I was trying to adhere to the form. Anyway, now that I've got all the disclaimers out of the way, enjoy the poem. Maybe I shouldn't have even disclaimed it, and now I'm thinking

of deleting everything

and just getting into it

But what will that do?

This is second guessing myself

I can't let you scare me

After all

who cares what you think.

no offense.

I'm sure you see it now that

This is the poem.

The pun and the copout.

I've seen the worst of myself before

I've wallowed at the bottom

and I’ve grown cold.

Sealing a rededication to myself

it's me first lest I wish to fall again

Maybe I shouldn't have even disclaimed it

and now I'm thinking of deleting it all

this is second guessing myself.

Who cares what you think.

its all about me now

as I run from the worst of me.

I Beg you not to go there.

I Beg you not to pull me down.

Its all for the best

cause once I'm free, I'll have the love again

to spare for all.

it's an odd form

and it's not as if its never been done before

maybe it hasn't, but I doubt I'm the only one

to ever be this way.

I really do care

and I hope you enjoy it

Trick Hand (I'll Never Stand on the Laurels of Man, While I've Got Legs to Stand on)