I'm a poet.

I am a poet, not any ah beng
I hold a pen, I write
Not a smoke, puffing away.

I can cook, but not very good at it
Mostly conquered the bbq pit
With the chicken wings ending up burnt

I am a poet, I write and think
I write songs to show my feelings
But I feel the negative side of you
It burns through my mind

And kept a imprint

I am not a ah beng,
thought I may speak or look like one
If you think I am one,
I guess you have remembered the wrong me.

Gently I replaced the pen cap.
Nevertheless I remembered your voice
Brought me to sleep.
While in my dreams,
sadly I saw your sorrows
Keeping me wide awake

If you like this poem, tag! And give me some high class fancy fancy pen for my birthday! Shoes would be also nice.