Poetry people,
Only a few see what we do,
Draw illusion, at the head of a pen,
Or our,
Words on this app, that's written within,
The wildest emotion,
Coasting,
Brainwaves, these days talk words, with no says, but let the words say,
Read it back to back,
Like a book publisher off the rack,
Yeah take a look at that,
So many writers, so many igniters,
Genre specific,
Let me ignite, watch the real recite it,
Like a piano ensemble,
Melodies massagin' ya temple, this is negative coat proof,
Til ya explode through the roof,
Of ya cellulars, I'm hear to tell ya,
We share same grain,
Not here, to smother ya, I'm just ol boy southerner,
Turned into a man, ever since poetry was blessed in my hand,
We in demand, more folks need to stand, commission us writers,
Without the contraband, united with fans,
And a few followers to pan,
Out my business, what is this,
This is just a sample, poetry people rock with me,
A special gift with a curse, linked with the universe,
Many will see but it's so random,
Even if we was took, it couldn't be priced at a ransom