“As a little gift from me to you
A gimmick is what I will stick to
Three years past and here I stay
Firmly planted on stage, part of the play
My name is Max, as many know
For those that don’t, well here we go;
I’m nineteen, a string bean and a little slow
I can kinda rhyme, but I have no flow
I can’t rhyme well, as I’m sure you see
My patterns are off and a little obscene
I see words as an art you can’t understand
The vessel of thoughts and many unplanned!
This bio is unplanned, that I can admit
But I’ve done it so long, I can’t just sit
Still here and write til I think it’s good
So this is where I leave you, though it’s not where I should”