treat writing like wrestling

my pen is my finisher

there's no beating the 3 count

it's the end of you

I use to kill folks with kindness

now I kill them with words

would you prefer to eat some nouns

or perhaps a verb

I can prepare a full plate of similes

or I can unveil the

endless metaphors in my drawer

this is how I settle my scores

I feel like I'm a decent scribe

who'd probably gain more attention

If I wasn't so shy

I'm the turtle who barely poked its head

out the shell

one day I'll find the courage to escape

I'm so humble but I believe

I was born to shine

I can sense the spotlight wants to date me

I'm just not ready yet

everytime I try to commit

I get cold feet I like my privacy

I've never been a fan of the heat