Heavenly Rush

Leave my crossed, and take this poem. Give it to the Sun, Punch, and Dailytrust; Before i ascend my realm, I want to read it. I come to this city all innocuous, working hard, I found nothing untainted, I became super rich, and became anxious Sad unlike the time i was wretched. All i saw was money and happiness religions, morals, ethics were all hitch Then happiness translated into sadness I am God, money and my soul are attach And fear of loosing my money rejuvenate It overshadowed my sadness and pain For its more than grieve to deviate Or to undone the devil vow of no gain Tomorrow may be to late for my poem Go and check the Poetry-Soup Site From the learners of rhymes, and form To relieved my end taste Don't relate with established poets And not those that explain death trade And not those that had published taste But an amateur, with mind of De- Sade Also check Silent One, and Skat A. Their mind may smoothen my route To work with their eyes, minds, and ears To feel their low, and highest thought That simply poem that no one comment That took them night and night to wrote That no one claim they tacit it content Word by word, and worth by worth Check Poetry-Soup deep, and deep They had more than thirty thousand poets Bring that Poems that will last for keep For i had come to my end point So Let their poems cleanse me Let their pen-wrath suffocate me Let their stanza buried me Let their rhyme darken me grave If I can't reach tomorrow Let my peom do, it's important More than my M.O.N And More- Than my expired breath, he said; The newspapers came out around nine And he died around two in the morning Left with two imbecile, blind children Only me, and his money not blind