Does tragedy makes good poets?
Or gone poets make gone tragics?
Perhaps none muses truly
Everyone has defense package
Sharpen-spear, Bat'leth Qapla'
Why does words cut sharp?
It's not useful to heal woe?
Words with hatred for who?
Self-esteem auto-protect'd
Too many guilts too many trips
The Night Fox poet forfeits
Laser field but field'd too few
Sharpen mind, envinya Quenya
Power to heal where art be?
Perhaps none muses true'ya!
Everyone needs self-construct kit
When esteem'd outside beyond control
Innate production moved to mehercle
Our Good-Day-Please sed uncertainty
Self-worth withered out, not healthy
Start back your factories!
Rebuild your logics think faculty
Emphasize on the work of self
Does Picasso worried he can't sell?
Life well-traveled when we just-treat'd
Everyone we meet with principles intact
What materials we bring to the Gate?
God says "You didn't build that"