Prelude To An Exit: the Written Word Becomes Spoken ( a Narrative. Part Three)

We wait all night to recite words, that are both sweet and sometimes tart. Though we compete, there is no jealousy in our hearts. We build on each other's success, because this is how it starts. We move forward together, because the support is off of the charts. We greet each other at the point, where the written and the spoken words meet, And we will meet the crowd, where the true fans come to take their seats, And we will seat them all, where the poets and the partakers eat, And we will cook the food for thought, where the words come with so much heat. From the stage to the page, our words excite the crowd. We always set the mood, and keep them screaming loud. The crowd is always hooked, because we always leave them "wowed." We are consistent with this task, since this is what we vowed. From the paper, we form a phenomenal speech. From the paper, we sometimes come prepared to teach. From the paper, we sometimes come prepared to preach. Therefore, from the paper, we stretch our words out and reach. From the paper, we perform the greatest shows. From the paper, we show you exactly how to flow. From the paper, we show you exactly how to grow, Since, from the paper, we tell you what we want you to know. Our words will always be unlike any other kind. Our words will always be the creative tie that binds. Our words will always be able to lead the blind. Our words will always be recorded in their minds. Here we are free to be both a saint and a sinner, And this food for thought serves as our eternal dinner. Though the opportunities are getting thinner and thinner, In the long run, poetry is always the winner.