Poetry Is A Friend To None Poem by Adams King

Today it suits the devil tomorrow the angels
For I will fetch water from where I find well

When in Rome I obey the roman laws
The closest exit lies the closest door

When in Jerusalem I'm a Jewish man
A man that bends with the twist of time

Am I not the poet who blasphemed against god
I'm still the poet who believe in his majestic word

Am I not the poet who wrote virginity to be virtueless
I'm still the poet who praised it to be priceless

Am I not the poet who massages the ego of a sinner
I'm still the poet who seeks his repentance

Today the words of a poet may praise you
Tomorrow the writings of his pen may curse you

Do not judge a poet by what he wrote
The diverse thought of men is what he compose

Take poetry as the ideas of different men
From which you should chose one to learn

Take poetry as the flattering word of a passerby
Who heals you and then hurt you with goodbye

Take poetry as a tree of many fruit
Condemn not, but pluck the one that suits you

Blessed is a poet with words of contradiction
For his pen is like a man of no religion

Poetry is truly is a friend to none
Today he's for the prostitute tomorrow for the nun