I Looked Into the Poet's Mind

The world is at his command

He stands tall and proud.

A kind voice rules the land

He promised equality,

In the world of his mind.

The young idealist said Honesty,

And Responsibility

Would be enforced by a sarge

If he was in charge.

 

Another dreamed a fight

She battled on the stage.

Butterflies devouring her,

Hidden from the sight.

Scenic Panic is the knife.

She said she was Mighty Thespian

And that would be her life.

 

I talked to the Valiant Watcher.

He told me how he found her,

The crimson in the blade,

Possible Trauma in his mind.

 

My job is to scrutinize the binds,

I see their heads and report what I find,

So don’t be surprised

If their words are here revived.

For what could better show what I am

Than analyzing past poems from this slam.

I give the credit to them

Incredible poets that I would never offend.

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