The Egotist

Poem By Ralph Zeigler

I seldom get around to change
The meter that I use
I never pay attention much
To other people's views
For a special thought
I'd walk a country mile
You can bet I little care
If you don't like my style
Don't tell me how to write
I write it like I see
Don't like my gate, don't swing on it
I write my verse for me

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