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- Perhaps I shouldn't walk a poets way?
- Amusingly my muse just seems to trail
- Further away.
- I'm amateur you'd say?
- My immature words lacking sway?
- Stray meaning does't stay with you and grow?
- It doesn't glow for you in darkness
- Because I'm sparkless.
- Unlike you.
- Like you there are so precious few...
- Perhaps you'd be my renovator?
- Refine each line to make it greater?
- Reform my grammar, fix my flow.
- Transform it all
- Transfix me as you go
- And shift my style and meaning.
- Or lift with lofty smile my leaning
- To be too verbal.
- My subnormal poetry can never be eternal.
- Perhaps one edit is enough
- To reinvigorate this fluff?
- Clean swing of sword
- Through empty drivel
- Cut words into more healthy rhythm.
- Bestow with every blow perfection for your flow.
- So it may glow with piercing brightness
- Of warm lightness.
- Part on your spree words' sea in two.
- Tie me to see into myself so I won't flee.
- I know you are a poet.
- Do you have to taunt?
- It's what in arrogance I want to be.
- Won't every character and dot
- Be evidence I'm not?
- By God's decree you ought to be
- Better than me at being me.
- And even though no one can know,
- Perhaps it is already so?
- For you in view of all
- Upon your stage
- I pledge to walk barefoot
- On bleeding edge
- Wedge in between each thought
- Poisoned insanity that has no antidote
- Let solitude denote my greatness.
- Be shameless.
- With every note affront
- What others cannot note.
- Playfully careful with each word.
- Endlessly restless with my senses
- Ceaselessly senseless
- Yet somehow primed and honed.
- And if I shall uphold,
- Make me a real poet?
- On second thought
- Perhaps it's better if you don't.
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