Poets

 

Poets are drunks, the loquacious and disillussioned 

Those whose energy is breathing its last gasp

We think before we say, as memories lay dormant

We have loved, cheated and manipulated

no strangers to this corrupt world

Poets ponder and meditate but fail in any conclusions

But through the joy of life they speak clear cut truth

Listen to our poets as they speak for us

They are the proclaimers of our soul and lost ambitions

They speak solid truth based on experience

They lament, rejoice and question our humanity.

Poets are the catharsis of humanity

where frustration speaks without falsehood