The call of wealth prevades me
The call of my fellpw men does not reach me
Who are they to stop my pleasure?
Is my scant help enough?
These peasants will not feed
If not for my genius
I shall not hear, not shall see
The call of profit invades my sense
The call of my fellow iss not my liking
YOU ARE READING
From The Typewriter
PoetryThe following poems are typed using a Adler Gabrielle 12 Typewriter. The reason I used the typewriter to write my poems is because the typewriter not only gives you concentration in typing it also stops you from being distracted you are only focusin...
