Lost inside walls of words
Spewing from his mind
He can write verses that dazzle
Turn a rainy night into a sunny morning
He can make you look through the kaleidoscope of his eyes
At the different colors that make up his mind
With ink as his water and paper as his food
Our poet has vowed to supply us with nourishing
He is the proudest of parents though his children aren't human
But what appeals to one may cause another to turn away in disgust
So who is our poet to listen to?
His heart which is full of passion?
Or his brain which advises caution?
The Bilge Master
An absolute description of q poet!
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