Pretty sure it's clear
I don't belong on here
I propose a toast to all the poets
That I hold dear

Who can take a single line
Run circles round all mine
And not just once for fun
But every single time

Not much of a mystery
Well at least it ain't to me
With a future not so bright
And a past that's history

I'm going down with this ship
But by now I'm used to it
I may not be that deep
But I'm too dumb to quit

So I'll throw out another line
Only because it rhymes
I've done it more than once
As I'm doing it this time

I do have to admit
This poem won't hurt a bit
And that is just a shameless plug
To give this poem an end