The Lonely Poet

Paste on your passion smile Crisp all your words as you settle yourself to be self-consumed, heard Whisper sweet nothings which only you know Don't stop the banter, the words or the flow You've reached the summit of the loneliest point You're king of the vacancy best in the joint Write all your poems on the back of your hand and read them at supper of cream pie and sand Your siblings will stand up and whisper applause You've felt all emotion and ridden all stars They bid you good-bye for you're out of their league and to think you just wanted to be heard, succeed...