"Not All My Own Work"

Sometimes I write poetry
To hide the pain
Other days to pretend
I'm not insane.
For whatever reasons
Right or wrong
It's a thing I do
To plod along.
Sometimes I share
And you think it's alright
Also within your rights
To consider it shite.
But what bugs me most
Is I might be a fraud
As I every so often
Don't rhyme of my own accord.
The word might not be there
Inside my head
So I have to look
Somewhere else instead.
So my thought trail is stuck
Rather than panic
And scream 'oh fuck!'
I delve deep in my back
To look for a book
It's the Penguin Rhyming Dictionary
And I feel like a crook!
So what I've thought,
And what you've read
Are not always original
From my head.
But I take comfort this poem
Is simple to understand
It might be one sylable
And rather bland
But it's dictionary free
And from my own hand.

Dulwich Poet 13th October 2013

(I love writing poetry, I realise it's nothing special, basic bland stuff, but which I like writing. I do wonder though if i am 'cheating' by using a rhyme dictionary, when I am stuck for a word?)