Poets you are in danger!

Mortal danger!
I feel funny.
Strange.
Is he still drugging me?
This morning he force fed me liquidised Shakespeare.
This afternoon it will be Chronicles of the Roman Empire.
What did you do to him?
Why does he hate you?
I hate you too.
But not as much as he does!
Have you scorned him?
Cast him out?
Such is his venom?
I am still wearing the long white nightie.
My hair is loose now.
He carries me in his big strong manly arms.
It sets my heart racing.
I belong to him.
He belongs to me.
I do not want him to hurt you.
You deserve to be hurt for ignoring me but he can be viciously cruel.
He has little effigies of all of you.
He is a man with a plan.
And it’s coming your way.
Mortal danger.

Poets you are in danger!