My Madness - Poem by FREEMAN DAVID
Walking down and waking up
a madman lives in my memory,
madness as a result of poetry
poetry has create a madness in me and also has this uncrowned witty made me.
Madmen eat dirt, I could eat dirt if I am bored
poetry is my source of madness
poetry is a key to my existence.
God gives me live literature takes it
and poetry keeps it.
Some are destined to be psychologist
some are craving to be zoologist but I'm determined
and fully ready to be a literati.
Poetry gives me a chance to reflect on
those I love.
Poetry has made me sin
I have idolise the son of shakespear called poetry.
POETRY, poetry we all the literati hail thee
for your popularity has made us.
If poetry is a nation I will be the leader
If poetry is hell I will be a dweller.
If only men was not blindfolded to see the beauty you potray
if thou want to come again then
come in a goddess form
for we are craving to adore you, .
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