That's A Rhymed Ad

I am your favourite  fish
And it's my fondest wish
To share with you
Mine own good thoughts
And tales as well
Even if
What's in it for me
Is naught but adulation
As I seek to be
The latest sensation

 And here I pause
Laughing at myself
As to call it that
Is to stretch the word
Beyond all fair meaning

 But it rhymed it did
So I used it yes
As my success
If it ever comes
Will be a quiet thing
As angels won't ever sing for me
As they sing for others

 Angels what
Well Hollywood
Though for that to ever be
I'd have to finish hell
The stories I have to tell
And that's my greatest flaw
Outside of suck
That I'm reliably told
That yes I do
Though I don't think it true
But clearly yes
I lack some believe in me
Expressing two separate thoughts
At the same damn time
Makes you say what indeed

Yeah I have both
A hope but deep inside
As I have my pride
However weak it is
Outside of poetry
And the daily chase of words
As well alas
As the fear that yes
I'll never have success
In the goodly arts
Because I fear I lack
Talents but deep enough

 Not that I've ever sought 
To prove my worth
In any full good way
As I've yet to see the day
Where rejections paper the walls
And not just because
I do not finish things
But because I'm fearfully tired
Of the long hard climb
I'd have to make
To get myself there

 So with these truths
How can I even boast
Of sensations yet to come
I must be dumb
Or some such likeful thing
Another truth it is
The future's not yet writ
And just because my life is shit
Like now alas
With little to show
For twenty years
Does not mean
I cannot have it all
In years yet lived

 And all of course
Is limited indeed
As what I need
Is simply this
Join me on my journey
To a million word year
Either this one here
As I'm halfway there
Or the one to come
Where yes I will
Release it all
For numbers small

 Aye five good hundred
And fifty more
Would fit like wings
To fly me high
And all for the low low cost
Nine damn teen
And seventy-one

 Yes the decimal is there
Smack damn dab
In the goodly middle
For a million words
And a thousand drawings
Which anyone would say
Is the deal of deals today

 Do the math yourself
I say with a smile
I'm just a writer and artist
But even I can tell
How damn well
A deal it is for you

 Yes this was an ad 
With more to come
As I promised me
That I'd give up a day
To my t-shirts eh
And that's tomorrow
Though writing will come with it
It will surely be less
Than this it is

 I am your favourite fish
And it's my fondest wish
To share with you
What I can do
And what I want
Is oh so reasonable
That how can you not
Help  fuck out
Aye how can you not indeed

Charles Petrie

Date
08-21-19

Time
08:04-09:52=98 Minutes

Word Count
542

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