Metaphors & Similes

This poem is a banger, just like a gun shot,
Its quick out the barrel and onto the page when i jot.
now what, is this a plot to gain recognition?
i think not, im just putting my thoughts into position.

Im metophorically speaking, so dont take the gun bit to heart.
i know i bring heat but i wouldnt take an unknown soul in the dark.
i dont get involved with that, id rather put my pen on paper.
its in my nature not to go out an cause anti-social behaviour.

im that much of a bright spark i could create a burning flame,
my brains on fire with words but its not causing me pain.
then the next minute they flow like a river thats deep,
trickling down the page but i aint talking wet when i speak.