To The New Poem by Mr. Mackeith

Hello world and welcome to the New
The New what, who, when, where the why?
Let me add that you must hold on to fly
A way with words you've never seen, so try
Running a race of scribble to the eye
Dressed to impressed letters become cursive
I pronounce to the town this, and the world can have that
Call me the New
Jackal of words why dont cha!
Hated by the 'people' but adored by the 'real'
Why would one use their eyes to feel?
That's what your souls's for dummy!
Feel the New
I've been to the boxing ring with the word-play
Got both of my ears still
Although I've read and heard some poetry that made me wish otherwise
I like you other guys
So I'm not considered mean I use my other eyes
No I'm not two-faced either
Just have a lyrical fever
Little two much spiritual ether
At any rate welcome the New
I have a wide varietry of genre
pick on, pick two, hell why not three?
Im the New.
Watch me.