a life of poetry
 

a life of poetry 02.10.16



i don't need bread

so that is no blow

what's in my mind is dread

everyday i restrict the dough.

it is my gift

nothing else to calculate

its funny they no longer shift

its fantastic to be accepted in highgate.

every single morning

even before i fiddle

i switch to the news before yawning

to work out my next riddle.

everyone is part of society

we all have views to heed

my poetry may fail your life of sobriety

my name is narcissus i care not for who read.

privileged for this opportunity

this explanation is not buffering

i simply live for our highgate community

as long as your smiling i'm not suffering.