974: With You Around; How Could I Refuse? ! ? ! Poem by Catastrophe KING

With you in my audience,
How could I refuse to perform?
If you would clap alone,
Sounds of millions echo my ears!

With you as my tower of strength,
How could I not be flourishing?
If alone, you would prop me up;
Countless miles of burning sand I would walk!

And, with you as my inspiration,
Could I not write these throbbing words?
If you alone and you alone could revere me;
Thousand tirades of many an ally, I could shun!

Oh! Without you in my abruptly reduced reverie,
How could I refuse to meet my maker?
If you would, just once if you would utter;
Daggers of many, I could drive in my heart!