I may not be William Blake, all my poems are mostly fake. I may not be Robert Burns, I'm to young to get any positive returns. I may not be Robert Browning, but really is anyone counting. I may not be Emily Dickinson, I write for shock and for fun. I may not be Robert Frost, but I do have my fingers crossed. I may not be Thomas Hardy, my mental state is never sturdy. I may not be James Joyce, but really did I ever have a choice. I may not be Henry Wadsworth Longfellow, wish I had the money to live at a bordello. I may not be Ogden Nash, I never have had enough cash. I may not be Edgar Allan Poe, but I'm a poet don't you know. I may not be Mary Darby Robinson, but at least I'm not a congressman. I may not be William Shakespeare, I love to write with not one fear. I may not be Mark Twain, but I do love standing in the rain, I may not be Walt Whitman, but at least I'm not a ship man. I may not be William Butler Yeats, my skills are still up for debates. All their poems would set you free, but now their dead, so its up to me.