The Poet
Embracing poetry, is like entering the monastery,
From his DNA chemistry till interned into cemetery;
The ravages of both love and hate,
Could leave him shivering at heavens gate.
Heady opium and mirrors, to the sea and the stars,
Going on a joyride in some expensive cars.
A good poet is someone the world adores,
The rest off course are nothing but bores.
While the fury of spasms that he evokes,
Cannot be assimilated by some unread blokes.
Prince Freakasso(Artist & Poet)
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