A Poem I'M Going To Write

This poem will certainly be a big hit I'm throwing everything I've got and more into it All the bells all the whistles all my poetic tricks Rolling up my sleeves, into my open palm I will spit This poem I'm pulling out all of the stops Remove the plug at the bottom, raise the roof at the top Fill in the middle with all that I've got Blowing it all on the entire lot This poem will either make me or break me Lose me or save me, I'm thinking maybe They'll love me or hate me, all want to date me In Mardi Gras beads they'll want to drape me This poem will embarrass all the other poems Because this one poem will have it all going on From the time it's conceived to the moment it's born All other poems will concede to it's throne This poem may even bring on the end All the poets of today will turn in their pens They'll be to afraid to write anything As it will be the blue print to how a poem's written Now that last thoughts got me thinking that it shouldn't be wrote As it being the only poem is a scary thought And how this single poem could yield so much power I'd be crazy to set it free to dispose and devour All this poem could do has really opened my eyes So on second thought I'm not going to write I'll lock up that thought shut the door tight Another poem at this time I'll just have to find...