DEAD IN MY MOTHER`S STOMACH

DEAD IN MY MOTHER`S STOMACH  

 I bit of chaotic , I bit of lunatic

I think my mother`s womb was eccentric

that she carried me to her umbilical cord and held me

I cried a lot , but she said I was like dead in her stomach

no movement , I used to sleep like a hermit 

god I must be singing verses or writing poems 

was I a lazy culprit preserving my artistic creativity ?

or was a waiting to come out and cry about the miseries of my past lives ?

yes I love pining and rhyming in my poems 

and ridiculing and mocking , in my satires

so what? does that make me less of a person

wish I was a bad poet ,

but I am just a bad person.