I am a poet
My head is not correct because
I enjoy staring at your nothing
The fun of simplicity and its entanglements
The yell of voices to pen and be penned
In the narrow sense, I trudge on wisdoms

I am a poet
The least of attractive pay and
The fear of rejection brings forth please
The wave of drift that get my audience confused
And I laugh, aliens of the land!
They walk with their legs, my with heads
They think with their brains, my with hands

I am a poet
Proudly deviant to your appeals
I find serenity and decorum for all
Could you thence halt your frivolous chase
Alas, thy kingdom come and no more sorrow
Humanity needs humanity
Chains of harmony are weak now and soon we make for threads
I am a prophet, I deliver divinity when I smoke them
I warn you, this is all my flood can do, dissipate!
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