Trumpet Blown Or Was That Nose Poem by Paul Brookes

I AM A POET he said,
many exclamation marks followed
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are you, I asked, really a poet?

sure he said, the real McCoy,
no boasting, the article genuine, genius applied,
bona fide
the right stuff,
the real thing, a Coke registered trade mark.

not to blow my own trumpet you understand, he said
but copyrighted in the Library of Congress
and the British Library
look me up on Wikipedia there I am,
like the sun in splendour.
I think you mean splendor
see Websters not the OED
no that's not like OCD

I play hard, he laughs deprecatingly.
am a slam dunk
the one who controls the ball above the horizontal plane of the rim
to score by putting the ball directly through the basket with one or both hands above it
specif.............ically the rim.
not the Pacific rim all tectonic plates,
fire and volcanos.
read me he says, many exclamation marks follow,
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and read again, my truth is simple, cause, imaginary drum roll,
I AM A POET and I deal with STUFF.

I leave wondering who wrote the, enter any expletive of your choice,
**************** script?