With pen in hand, I take a stand, the king of verse, the wordsmith grand.
They call me arrogant, perhaps it's true,
But none can spin a rhyme like me it's in plain view.
I see emotions, raw and bright, and weave them into threads of light.
Love's sweet whispers, sorrow's sting, on inky wings, my verses sing.
From battle cries to whispers meek, I paint a picture, and emotions speak.
While lesser bards in riddles speak, my lines are clear, the message sleek.
They struggle with their metaphors, their similes a crashing bore.
But mine, they dance a graceful flight, metaphors that take you to the night.
They search for rhymes, a frantic chase, while mine flow freely, full of grace.
I build suspense, then let it break, let emotions rise, for goodness sake!
I scoff at sonnets, tired and worn, a bygone era, tattered, torn.
I craft new and vibrant beats, my verses that make you tap and move your feet.
So let them scowl and shake their fist at my talent. Like a star, I will persist.
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