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.