Can a perfect poem save the world? If so, let it be.
The world should be poetry.
To read means to understand.
People of whatever land.
Don’t have anything worth robbing and you won’t be robbed.
This poet is not double jobbed.
But enough of me, too much talk of me.
Who will make the blind to see?
Some other me.
Could it be I?
If not, why?
Something to do before you die.
How wonderful if everything would rhyme.
For all time.
30th June, 2018