Vocal Gold

I’m not a real writer, I’m a make believe fraud

I grasp to make rhymes, like a wordsmithing god

I take too many liberties and expect you to comment

Falling deeply in love with my word mingled, vomit

Some days I am lucky, and I write it all down

The lyrical treasures. I pick up off the ground

And some days I lie here, tucked warmly in bed

Racking my brain for something I’ve never said

And that would be hard, cause I talk all the time

Spit it all out, tie it up with a rhyme

Scurry to upsplash, to find me a picture

Title and submit it as my insomniac feature

So, please kindly smile, and move on to the talent

The ones writing gold, for the next Vocal challenge