Rhyming Exercise

I'm just telling a fan's story on FanStory.

Some people find it interesting,

Others find my skill lacking.

Got me questioning myself like

Maybe I can't hack it.

Let me repackage and pack it up.

Cause a little more racket.

You can't silence me.

I've spent too many quiet years

Trying to find my voice.

I just turned 30 last year

And I'm just now finding my pace.

Let's cut to the chase.

If they like me, it's because I'm authentic,

And the way I think, makes these words move

Gracefully and fitted like they're doing calisthenics.

They tried to count me out,

But I'm not finished, not even halfway done.

Don't take me too seriously, I'm just having fun.

From puns to sentences that run from the subject

Of me trying to prove myself to be

Something of a pundit.

Yawn at the thought of defeat.

Pawn my patience to pay my bills.

Short-term solutions creating long-term issues.

That's what comes when you're

Looking for instant gratification.

Talking to the discredited, discarded, dispirited

Denizens of the demimonde.

I made it alive so now when I touch back

I'm looked at as a Demigod.

Only for critics to say,

I'ma big fish in a small pond.

"So you're really nothing special, son."

Whether I have one dollar or a million,

You will always know me as just Moine.