The Curse of My Own Verse

I write words down in my own trivial style to have others think “could I do the same thing, would I even want to try?” 

I have the curse of typing bad words when I don’t have time to think “who has the answer to what, when the writer asks us why?”

I use choice words when critics stop to think “does this writer have the ability to curse as well as I?”

I admire writers who will often try to think “can I trust my own style enough to type it out from ink?” 

I write words down in my own random verse that makes me start to think “does it really need to rhyme, could it be any worse?”