I am ushered in to speak
who has asked you, they say?
She laments, "They await to hear the words of a "great poet"
And Who but I, A wonderful poet who thrills, no?
Whose mediocrity delights and reveals, no?
Yet you Sour, and sully me, stone me, and judge me still.

The shiny knight moves with my shadow seeking more metals
retribution is a poets profit you know, or do you not know?
Fancy footings like digging for thoughts under a soft earth,
It gives way for more weeds and the nightshade is more poisonous and the belladonna smiles, but with adorned morality, oh silly me, the poet. In the garden Walt whitman just smiled at me.

Come, lets taste the truth upon our lips and share our human weaknesses
Grab hold of these words but please, don't fall around them, upon it, don't shhh..hurt yourself around the grass about the knees, you're deep in it now, you're deep in it now...

Who has asked they say? within the movement of words, and the vowel is the senate, she seeks counsel but I, (shrugs) I dare not court it.
The Judge has asked that this poet share more, I do, I mean I will, but, don't hold me to any adultery of my words, for I have sin in them now!

I shall share with you, but come often, you who is cornered in a space, pouring out pouring out, pouring out, you, you, and you, must give in to me. Like the pupils that accomodate the son, and "The Father in Heaven"

Of course, your foot is bound around the mouth, so I will take steps to not hurt anyone's feelings. I swear I shall step into your heart quietly, and turn your mind slowly, ever so slowly, briskly walking and talking and putting feats at ease.

The poet is ushered in...