Most of them
Lives here
But as a
Visitor I
Lecture them

All I need
Is for you
To read
Acknowledge
Debate

Never forget
To
Do
Your own
Thing

Oh how marvellous
It is to
Write and drink
Your guts out,
How scary

How i hate your dark crooked bows,
The lynch of your exceeding notes
Buried in your solemn voice,
The way you twinkle like a white f
And the pace that you race

I call you Art
Beautiful, interesting
Expressive, talented
And yet so delicate.

I write
Like every
Words will
Be a hit in
Someone’s heart.

Words should be plain
And simple
But always jumping
Down in style.

I could read her sight for countle
I could gasp her breath in every f
I could make my heart a bargain
For her to freely blend,
Because in her smile angels sings,

When you are wealthy:
Many shall be your friends and
Few shall be your fans and;
All will be your death.