The Clumsy Poet

I am indeed nothing more than a clumsy poet, 
With this I so do know it, 
From my muddled up words,
That all mix and match, 
To the sloppy grammar, 
Down to my chopped up verses,

My poems are in fact a right mess, 
It does seem to be true,
Though to me its rather quite fun, 
There is nothing else I'd rather do,
You all may be a bit direct, 
To say my poetry is a bit of a wreck,

I shall claim my right to poet,
For as clumsy as I might be, 
My mind is set,
To conquer all that negativity,
you all may try to put over me.