You never see his name anymore, but believe me he's still here.
He open's the soups' door, making it possible for me to write beyond this
He makes it possible to enter these contests, for it takes away from his own time.
All the postings often get him stressed, and yet he was the first to befriend me
despite the nature of my crime!
See, he's a talented poet as well, but he'll tell you he's more a pianist than anything.
My words may put you under a spell, but his finger's will play a melody on your
My father figure is still on the soup, but he chose to go by an alias rather than his
He doesn't like poetrysoups secret group, plus he thinks the contests are judged
more like a game.
He's shown me fatherly love I missed as a kid, and that says a lot.
Our bond is thicker than the walls of a pyramid, and my pen stole the keys to
My father's helped me to make plans and goals, to do all I can to succeed.
He tells me don't let the devil steal my soul, and the Bible I should read!
He told me the soup was a joke, that premium members have learned to manipulate
the placements of contests.
Soup members are starting to see through the smoke, that top placements have
premium members possessed.
I would have to agree; for I know I'm one of the best poets on the soup.
But it's no longer about poetry; it's about being down with #%!$:'s secret group!!