With my pen I will slay all doubters and cynics, expressing my angst in sharp words that can cut, finding answers to questions and questioning answers, till my last breath exhaled, leaves a body of work.
Finger-painting love's glory in flowery verses which help me to gather many budding romances, to fill up the dark, empty vase of my soul.
My politics can't hope win Republican'ts endorsements, Demoncrats often tell me just where I should go, my faith lies in rants, hoping voters discover, new ways to hang chads, and help change status quo.
For we are a force, that can move hearts to reason, by simply arranging the gist of our words, think of poems in the past that drove masses to new hope, songs like "Give Peace A Chance." that helped end unjust war, Bible words centuries old that led millions to Jesus.
There's a poem undiscovered that awaits someone's name, with a prize oh so noble, as their trophy to claim, write relentlessly daily, there are nations to tame. contests still uncontested, seize your moment of fame.