I’m exceptional at rhyming
You cannot beat my timing
To top of heap I’m climbing
I make church bells start chiming!
No one beats my writing
My brilliance is inviting
My talent is quite frightening
The world I am enlightening
My words evoke emotions
Inspires much devotion
I conjure magic potions
With talent deep as ocean
When I compose a jingle
I pop your top like Pringles
It makes your senses tingle
Among the greats I’d mingle
With vocab I don’t fumble
What’s that? I heard you mumble
You think I should be humble?
You’re funny when you grumble
Of envy I am prone
It leaves me on my own
Yet used to this, I’ve grown
This force, it cant be stopped
Man, it’s lonely at the top…
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