He drew his sword that day
and for his mistake some mayhem was insured
for the love of poetry forgive him
this creature of man, this fool of culture

Artist of many sorts
yet only master of one
Yes, he's mastered drinking very well
he will get a free ticket straight to hell

He's a little tyke
who falls off his bike
and for sensibility
has no sense of home

He screams and shouts
let's it all hang out
but that is just one poet
for pity is me, forgive me


By Christos Andreas Kourtis aka NeonSolaris
By NeonSolaris

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