You know, I spread my ink
In many many night writes

Its a passion,a delight, a hobby
That keeps me bright, humorous

I have never since the age of seven
Given a monkey's arse whether what

I wrote was spiritual, enlightening
Or whether it suggested I was a secret

Member of the 'illumanati' or some
Sickening idiot dosed to the eyeballs

With some drug that might expand me
To a Yeats,Collins, A Poe or an Elliott.

Most of all, I never made the mistake
of ever claiming the great honor of being a

Poet! one other most important thing
I learned was never allow the flattery

Of those who think you are wonderful
And your poems exquistely beautiful

This is praise that can finish any real
Poetry including the writer of it

I write for and by the love of it, appear
In many places under many masks and

Faces who reads me is of little concern to me, what this site makes or tries to make

Of me is compensated by the joy and
Appreciation of those who care little about

Poet, but much about how he'she writes.
So I spread ink as a night-writer for this

Poetry site, but I refer one piece of mine
To the administrators, infiltrators on my

Writes.....to the title SHITE POETRY
FOR SHIT LOVERS...

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