Poets Anonymous

We come here every evening Circle up our chairs Like cowboys with their wagons To explain the world we see out there Our very words keep us on the outer edge Always running through our minds What cure it is we're looking for Hoping that cure we never find Yes, this is Poets Anonymous We exclaim it one by one Hi, my name is " " and I'm a poet On a journey that's never done Searching for that masterpiece That eludes us all the same way It's that one thing that keeps us digging deep Every single minute of every single day It's hidden in this pen somewhere We're all sure of that fact A lucky few have found it once And go to no lengths to get it back So here we huddle in our circle All with the same curse that is at play Poets Anonymous is for all of us Where a poets suffering is our fate