I am nothing more than a trope, a poet, a jester;

The words i conjure are used to fester,

Images of verse and text,

Creating mind-full landscapes intelligently perplexed.

That only some of you will be able to access this vocabulary mess,

Please help, me these words are like a disease,

They won’t let me sleep,

Until it all leaks out,

Some of you know exactly what i am talking about,

But the few who don’t,

Your not left out,

Your what makes the appreciative crowd grow,

Your what makes performing worth while.

So i thank you form the bottom of my heart,

Peace and love I’m out.