Poets Anonymous
We come here every evening
Circle up our chairs
Like cowboys with their wagons
To explain the world we see out there
Our very words keep us on the outer edge
Always running through our minds
What cure it is we're looking for
Hoping that cure we never find
Yes, this is Poets Anonymous
We exclaim it one by one
Hi, my name is " " and I'm a poet
On a journey that's never done
Searching for that masterpiece
That eludes us all the same way
It's that one thing that keeps us digging deep
Every single minute of every single day
It's hidden in this pen somewhere
We're all sure of that fact
A lucky few have found it once
And go to no lengths to get it back
So here we huddle in our circle
All with the same curse that is at play
Poets Anonymous is for all of us
Where a poets suffering is our fate
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