The Poets Lunch.

The Poets Lunch,

Wine with grapes,

Empty bottles tossed aside,

Visions seen and lost,

Time goes very quickly,

The critics stop and stare,

The poets know when to stop,

At least thinks so,

No one can tell them what to do,

Nor write,

Least of all what to have for lunch,

The poets do many things out side the norm,

The poets are a one way street onto themselves,

The poets think they shall live forever,

The poets over emphasize their importance,

The poets think their words are special,

The poets mind can be their greatest enemy,

Leading them on a collision course with reality,

The poets dont have rules,

The poets try to fit in,

The poets seem to think,

They always know it,

The poets are full of wit,

The poets because of their superego shall soon end up in the pit,

So drink your merry lunches of words,

Talk your words of wisdom ,

Delude yourself with grandeur ,

For today's lunch may be your last.

Worry not,

At least you can be called a Poet!

Steve. H.

Done