Slandered By Dunderheads Poem by Major Elazia

I guess I ain't so kind a man to land here
But if you got a mind that can grind my words
Be jolly glad to meander into a wonder slum
Take and make no case when slandered by dunderheads
This a den where pride and ego stand plundered

...You moron! Born with horns and thorns in your ears
The years pass and donkeys dance in monkeys' den
I swear upon the paid pain of my rib's cages famed laughter
To share little in their strains and stresses that progress to oppress
My vilified soul verifies and certifies what hurts the guts of blinded titans

In my newly ambush of the weekly siege in the meekly rage of time
Is my secured page of a writer's wage pledge
Every shocking detail my senses capture by their working nature
I fold my arms and hold my pen high aloof
I must be bold to bring my palms and fingers to right
And then write a story of the sacred morons
Why do people still believe in common bursted myths?

A hammers work is to nail and hit the trail
That is a writer's quest for something to write!




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