The Benefactor's Musings

The benefactor amusing myself profoundly I'm musing I'm thinking I'm figuring at The top of my head words worth one thousand Thoughts precisely this is my life I'm making strides I'm taking this moment to thank all poetry readers Who read my poems on poetry soup and poem hunter I love you for subtracting time from your day to Read my material, you did the math well Hopefully you will continue reading my poems It means everything to me I pay one thousand thank yous And I dedicate this poem to you the readers No lavender days only sensible little something's Hey, I'm applying myself passionately When I'm ready I'm ready and steady on my feet Watch my flow Jack, as a matter of fact I'm always spitting off an asthmatic check I need to reflect, I'm losing my breath I'll tell you I hate when the competition is thick Its mind blowing can barely use my own name My own game my aims What's my strategy? Fair is feared is scared as afraid as scared could be Afraid to walk on sacred ground where true poets Are resting know longer stressing This fear is blandly ridiculous Cheer cheer you were spared Competition is fierce From the top of my head Poets like we are in scarce supply Time and time again we lay scarce For the slick of it I'm so sick of it Let me in I'm ranting oblique lines I'm slanted leaning against the door frame All 5ft. 3 of me ciao Bella baby I see you Touch the fire