My Mystery Poem by Saint Cynosure

Amazing I am still alive,
Ive wiggled from my noose.
Thats bound me up in knots and ties,
to keep in wraps what lies inside.
My battle for to spend the truth,
is energy well spent.
Although I cannot buy the world,
I'll try to pay the rent.
Write my letters with a smile,
that all the readers see.
Make them hunger for my words,
so to me they come to feed.
Some cant see the way its done,
and most will never know.
The mystery that this poet keeps,
while alive he cannot show...