Longer Compared To Yours

Longer Compared to Yours So if I was such a great scholar Why do I always hoot and holler In every poem I have you read Do you think they fulfill a need? Are my poems mindless and disgraceful? Or did become drastic and distasteful And may even part of a missing link Have been harboring on being extinct. If perfect example you are looking for Might marvel at my poems and adore Now that I have learned a new trick Poems won't look like written by a lunatic. Now to you this probably is no surprise My fingers flow faster then my two eyes When on paper writing poems down And while at screen will I forever frown. After my poem and mind finally meet In pursuit of battle with much heat Preparing new poem that is exquisite You can be ready to read at next visit. Why exist in shock or live in remorse? I now love Poetry Soup of course Anything my each poem endures Are always longer compared to yours.