So, a bit about me
You wish to know?
It is through me
That the poetry does flow

I have not much control
Over the words that I write
But apparently
My poetry
Causes untold delight (insert sarcasm here)

I write about struggles
And victories, proud and strong
And the defeat of the weak-minded
(Not really, but play along)

I have my own small way,
In which to tell the world
About my not-well-known poetry
That glitters like an emerald
(It's called Facebook, and Hello Poetry)

Not all my poetry
Is humorous, full of fun
Most are dark and sorrowful
But I write until it's done

Now a bit of me
You now know
It is through me
That the poetry does flow

(It's like magic, isn't it?)