A Poet I Am

Avoid of me,
yet it spills forth from my poetry.

Each letter is formed from my wicked mind, whipping and lashing
at your growing need for more.

I write poetry,
not to entertain you
but to watch you ask for more.

I a minion to my pen,
scratch and smudge my ink across
your computers screen.

Fingerprints of a poet,
are not well deserved,
bypassed by you
for one word can do.

A poet I am,
a painter of word's,
an entertainer of sorts.

I just love playing with my word's.

© 2017 By AutisticPoet

"Play the poem like a song long forgotten, it blew away when the wind decided to play but poetry will never forget me, for I write poetry."