I don't do it for a living
I'd rather starve to death
best you better know it
that I'm a twenty four seven poet

I don't do the normal
that would be so deplorable
the cold wind powerful in my sails
does come from she of many names

My mistress she does test me
making sure I am capable of the tasks
but she should know me better
can she not see the bending of my masts

Good god, I thought I was strict
but she is the top of her game
she breaks me into bits
then builds me up again


By Christos Andreas Kourtis aka NeonSolaris