For the Poet Destroyer

Dear poet destroyer. Glad you liked my work. Could even call you a voyeur. I hope to sell my work, or find an employer. If you hear of someone let me know. I have a endless thought I need to show. Don't take offence to my words because, I am quite the joker. Would you believe my first dream was to be a stock broker? I have read to find you love Texas. This is where you and, I create a nexus. I was born in the city of Elpaso. Next to the Mexican border. So you can say we tie together and, share a lone star order. I was raised in enchanting New Mexico. Where in and out the Indian folks would go. Also the home of my idol billy the kid. Let you in on a secret he never was killed but, simply hid. Am I calling Pat Garrett a liar? Yes I did. Funny how history can be bought. Yet made so vivid. Life sometimes don't go quite as planned so I appreciate your time and helping hand. I have Spanish blood but, claim no brand. For I believe we are born all the same. The only difference is how we go about lifes bumpy game. Like the Indian warrior I shoot my arrow straight and true. Honored by the opportunity of getting to meet you. You share the same name of my grandmother. As for your poems there great. Let me know when you make another.