"I'm poetic,
My energy kinetic,
Don't fret it,
I probably have it,
My words alphabetic,
Your pathetic,
I don't have to write sweet stuff,
My poems are diabetic,
Stick to them,
Like they are magnetic,
They aren't synthetic,
I don't copy and paste,
I make them all,
I just think of them,
It's just genetic,
Most aren't true,
But you can still believe them,
Like they are prophetic,
They are versatile,
Flow in any way,
Like they are athletic,
They can numb pain,
Like an anesthetic,
I'm a liar,
This stuff is not true,
But still,
Your poems may be high,
But mine are higher..."
Investigator:
Your metaphors need some work,
You act like your poems,
Are so good it's berserk,
Why act like this?
Getting a little cocky,
Just reminisce,
Back when you wrote this,
Rhymes aren't too bad,
But I do bet,
That you used a rhyme dictionary...
I Say:
My metaphors aren't that bad,
Probably some of the best,
That I have ever had,
And about being cocky,
I had no inspiration,
Tired about writing about,
The flaws of the nation,
So I decided to write,
Something that flows alright,
And that has metaphors,
Something nobody abhors,
About the rhyme dictionary,
Yes I used one,
Only a couple times though,
When it was necessary...