The Poet's World
Since the first feel of the Muses
The poet's lot is a few
Lived at the fringe of venery
Venery is vaulting wealth
Spreading to embrace all juices
Hanging on the trees of ambition
Venery of the world is often in vain
Before the deep gaze of the dreaming poet.
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The poet lives in a land of dreams
Communing with muses of the levitating winks
Thinking Thoughts
Seeming monsterous to dreamless hearts
Soon the dream~dazed poet offends society
And then the poet must visit the mad house
Or dream his life away in forgotten prison
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