You know, I did a correspondence course in literature
And I wanted to be a renowned poet
But very early in my life, I shut myself up
like a cadaver in a revolving room
falling from ceiling to floor
from wall to wall on each side!
And I felt my lines go dead like me before they were scrawled out!
Was this a madness in killing myself and my talents?
God realises why he has to take on an undercover
because the shamuses of treachery want the creativity and thinkable hijacked and undone!
I am not dry-mouthed, despite the prolonged silence
And I can despatch my weapons at them in revenge!
We could have had all out wars earlier, but too many died
for the sake of Western Europe, that took the rest of the world for granted!
I perceived passively that these spurious opportunists apportioned history like they appropriated the world’s wealth!
How they fancy the Moon now, when the Mercury is rising against them?!
I have no regrets that I conserved my long silence
Because poetry could create unending wars too untimely!
If you can see they give me options that I don’t choose
And they want a victory against me in a battle which I mustn’t lose!
I ask you all, who among you all is brave enough to stand up against these rabid crews?!
I carried the burden of being split in too many twos and threes
If they think the game is such violence that it must cease
Did you think I felt flush with wishing you all Merry Christmas for decades?!
I have seen so many Decembers make up my somnolent nightmares, not my active aspired dreams!
Those who illegitimately feasted should know they also have beasted!
I am not chagrined by all that is Centre and Left!
So, if the Right is defeated it will be because of that treacherous evil’s theft!
But bear in mind, you wizards of wickedness, at much destruction, I am also very adept!
