[ Form ] The Pantoum Of The Opera Returns

 
Given choice, I'd rather be heard, not seen  
yet giving voice to verse, I likewise dread  
Spoken Word never having been my scene    
prefering to have my poetry read  
   
Open Mic Night did end in much fright  
They all laughed me right off the stage  
Now I plot away in candelabra light  
perfecting poetry purely on page    
   
crafting the demise of those I despise  
cursing the lot of those viewers mean  
creeping in sewers for sake of surprise    
Rise and descend - I strike in between!  
   
Expect anything more or less from me -  
it will be over your bloodied red DEAD body