We Must All Come To the Consensus That Phreepoetree Is At Least In the Top 20 Poets On This Page

( and this is how i became a pro) (taking notes on the following genius is permissible, but is it permissible to cry?) NOW HUSH AND MAYBE YOU WILL ALL LEARN SOMETHING FROM A METHODICAL MASTER OF POEMS THAT DON’T MAKE YOU PUKE IN VENTURED SERVITUDE Faster and faster it became my master Quicker and quicker I became sicker I blazed a trail to the dark side of tomorrow Then laid a highway to a city they call “sorrow” More and more I needed to score And too oft the pickings were far too slim So if she had to re-up I’d cop from him Longer and longer it grew stronger As did the profanities my heart was screaming While I described what the devil was deeming The street became my siblings, both brother and sister And yes, I tried to ignore the boil and blister Boils because I’m the latter day Job And never bowed to His eminence, alter or robe Speedier and speedier it became greedier To often, too often Too often too many friend’s final home Is an early coffin © 2011.…..Phreepoetree