I AM YOUR

I

Am

Your

I

Am

Your

Crippled

Poet

But

I

Am

Not

Browning

I

Am

Your

Sooth

Sayer

And

Painter

Full

Of

Extravagant

Passages,

Perceptions

While

Depicting

The

Panorama

Of

My

Soul

And

The

Spirit

Of

Humanity

I

Am

Developing

A

Patchwork

Chanting

Of

The

Downtrodden

Proletariat

I

Am

A

Fool

Telling

The

Monarch

What

He

Doesn’t

Require

To

Probe

I

Dine

Excellently,

Fantasize

Creatively

I

Once

Knew

Superstition

I

Experience

The

Universe,

Employ

It

As

Grist

For

My

Mill

Humanity

Is

A

Mirage

And

I'm

Dreaming

It

All

The

Benevolence

The

Barbarity

I

Weave

A

Beauteous

Painful

Illustration

Of

The

Coarse

Populace

If

I

Remove

My

Façade

Before

Long

I'll

See

The

Real

World

That

Has

Permeated

My

Reverence