With sound substance, yet somewhat satirical
A wizard of words, stirring and stewing
Breathtaking rainbows while storm clouds are brewing
I'm the midnight son, I'm a cold desert rain
Blending smile with tear, mixing promise with pain
I'm the moon at high noon and Pandora's box
I'm the self-appointed prince of paradox.
To delight or disgust, for sneers and applause
To mimic and mirror, to stand for a cause
I please, I provoke, I keep their hearts pounding...
But, not until DEATH are Poets ASTOUNDING!