Beware my key board friends
One wrong stroke be the end
By those who never papered a pen
Predator whom envy eye offends
.
Judges of never before
Against your rising hills
They who climb never more
Passionate poems they must kill
.
Form intellect from their spit
Heads held high against your wit
To be the largest part of your fall
Until the dance of that funeral call
.
Then their tongues begin their waggle
With eulogies of poet fair and dire struggle
Live longer than walls of China my friend
Send dollars to read his sold poetry again
.
This the draft of our flex against the dying light
Deciphering gophers of worldly wrong and right
Once our flames finds no more blame to fight
Few friends spade dirt on piney wooden night
.
Then fame marries our gravely name
Readers finally know our pain, our stain
With stories of blaring barring light
Preventing so right before came night
.
If only we could of met!
Yet here we stand now
As only a poet silhouette
Pre-cursing our shadows of death
