Broken Poet Broken Rhyme
He didn't come for any applause to his mental capacity
His desire was purely his a release of verbal audacity
With emotions he kept to near perfect opacity
He painted their souls with colours that didn't exist
Gave them hope of dreams they couldn't possibly resist
Then send them home feeling as if they needed to be kissed
They'd come back with broken hearts for more eclectic rhyming
To bow and cry before his words and perfect timing
For the occasional blast of love and perchance a broken hymen
A.T.G.
