Talent Shmalent.

Can you paint
And draw?
Sing and dance?
As a child
Were you given a chance?

Were you sent
To lessons
To be taught
Were you made
To be good
Or so you thought

I’m sure you
Hated it
The chance
At talent
Since it was always there

The gift
The ability
The fortuned fair

I couldn’t equate
I wasn’t forced
From talent
It seems
I’ve been divorced

Not practiced
In the ways
Not well rehearsed
Im at the bottom
Because im the worst

I cant sing
You to sleep
Or paint a picture
For your wall
I cant make
Straight A’s
I can barely
Throw a ball



If you’re looking
For someone
That can write
You a story
That can play
You songs
Or spell Miyamori

For someone
To take you
To state
For someone
To win the prize
To be your
Soul mate

Then I’m probably
Not the one
There are many
Others that
Can do what
I’ve done

I’m not going
To blow you
Away or floor you
To amaze or astound
I wont awe you
Or shock you
I’m nothing renowned

There’s one
Thing I can do
But even in time
There isn’t a
Thing that’s
Special about
A good rhyme