Fingers Be Still

Reading the poems is thrilling, if you will eyes drop to comment poets raise their quill Arguments ensue rampant the ink is splashed on a proud poet whose dreams are soon dashed Take heed to notice there's none famous here only boast and brag with intent to bend ear you can never take back things that you've said try saying it nicely thus eliminate sheer dread Oh how we mock in the name of who's right? divisions ensue thus prompting a fight It's now become humorous to read the text we'll wait for tomorrow to see if YOU'RE next!