Poetry in motion
I can express my emotion
Freely as I own the poems licences
Which give access to world readers
To read and share with millions of peoples.
May 31/2023
By Alfonso Warally Ngengethe
Mussabwa Chris
Remember all rich only.
And we love the poor only.
All the riches are crazy and fame licences.
We are the lover of love and
the crazy people of the poor.
All love understand the money.
And we die daily on love only.
All the junkies are crazy and are unknowingly dead.
We are living for life and are excused from death.
Everything is wanted to get everything.
We know that one day everything has to go away.
Everyone is unaware of knowing.
We are not even surprised even by life.
Nothing is worse than badly rhyming verse
Or poems so obscure that no one can read
Sadly, after investigating some dreadful examples
Writing poetry is now banned - the police have decreed!
So writing poetry is now illegal
I’m bereft I’ll just sit down and cry
If I can’t dip my pen in the ink
I’ll simply fade away and die
I’ve decided to produce a ‘poetic licence’
Forbidden poets could then apply
The licence could only be used
On days of the week that end with a Y!
Poets found writing without a licence
Could be condemned to the dead poet’s society
Their illegal poems would be locked in a vault
And this would add to the poet’s notoriety
Of course I would have the final say
On poetry licences to be sent out
People caught plagerising would be banned
They won’t be accepted no matter how loudly they shout!
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