We the Poets, United By Our Clashing Wits

Thinking big Starting small Crash the system Drop the ball Crack the whip Spill the Beans Defy your God A sight obscene Practice Lie As angels die All just a shot in the dark Shoot and miss Control your fists Violence Consumes the air Ride among The ones who’ve sung Away their cries Who’s the one that dies? Riding fast through the clouds Way above Heaven And Past Avalon Graciously floating over the River Styx What you seek What you seek is down below The Rivers Majestic Majesty Bursts of Flames and jumping pieces of coal Your life runs thin as your read words. Your wasting time but you come back for thirds You want it You feed on it We the ones who aren’t like others Romantics, Poets, Forever Brothers We chase the goose into prison walls And we fall in to a trap, As if forever our souls will stay in cells.