So then i asked myself, if i had have entered and won then what?
And who says if i’ve won or not?
When you write you fail to see a race.
For who would you compete with?
You know… when you verse your thoughts.
Who would stand tall enough to say.
I will judge a poem, for i qualify enough.
To let the poet know.
That this time they have not won a prize.
For the piece written in tears about when your Grandad dies.
Because i say a lot about which is best.
And hardly nothing about the rest.