cut me some slack
it's gauche to describe craft
i feel stress, oozing flaws
though i rarely failed class 
i never excelled so i route the woes
"english is not my first prose"
they'll give me some credit
fake peg legs and head hits
i'm no good, not very smart
want you to think so
want to be kind, i'm barely nice
how i hide all my vice 
never given me much thought
thinking so much, i know nothing at all
I'll be there in a minute.
I really identified with this poem.  My critique: the poem seems to start out talking about something very specific, e.g. craft, and I'm thinking you mean writing poems, but then it goes kind of universal and it's a sudden switch.  Guess I'd like more specifics or a more gradual shift, if that makes any sense.

I scratched my head a bit at "peg legs"
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