Let him anoint you with Spikenard
And heal your wound my dear bard
You may be the nobleman out cast
Though your poetry is made to last
Put your finger on the pulsing heat
When you write don’t admit defeat
You’re a word warrior thick and thin
As soluble as the captain’s white gin
Drink the words ingest their meaning
Leave your readers eared for listening!
Written by: Mystic Rose
For my friend Laura B.