Dinging and dangling like a wretched bell
Life without poem is like a wild cell
No freedom of emotional thought
Boredom will bid no farewell
Deep and wide like a venomous well
Life without poem is a paradise hell
No feelings to flaunt
Then loneliness has quell
Famished and hurted like an arrogant dumbbell
Life without poem is plate of seashell
Dangerous to teeth and tongue
Hunger hunts us like pastel
Forbidden and wanted like a criminal
Life without poem is like we rebel
To our righteous Fidel
Yet Our principled heart repel
Life without poem is a enjambment
Every line and stanza scattered like lost sheep
No Shepard to compel
Their artery is dispel
Single and burden with life castrophe
life without poem is like a poor widow
Caring for children with the junkies she sells
Life made her antipersonnel
Praying and praising in evil chapel
Life without poem is a seer with demons foretell
They believed what their eyes marvel
they were thrown into eternal Helle
Life without poem is life with no hope
the heart has no white friend to commune with,
the pen will felt useless at sight of war
And it ink will be forever cage in eggshell.
Hot and dangerous for all personnel
Life without poem is like a wilderness
No living will survive without drinking from well
Wildernesses will only make them unwell.
Dull and dun like a sucking child
Life without poem, fools fill the earth
No word of wisdom will pass
Hombres will move in light of foolishness.
Dark and dull like a demonic cell
Life without poem full of darkness
No candle to light our world
Everyone will move in total darkness.
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