The Crowded Planet You're Trapped On

          I wrote a poem that ended the world, I wrote a poem that began life on earth, the Poets create life on the page throughout the birth and death of great empires and still the generations of peasants and Workers and slaves persevere like gods throughout the ages, we are all Blue Collar gods, I feel the struggle of the human race singing all around me, I see the human race putting their rulers on trail and strapping them all into the electric chair one by one, and the reader's thoughts carve themselves all over my poetry like a Sculptor carving schizophrenia and ecstasy into the sky, I carve the ecstasy and the misery of the human race into the pages I crash through your walls to serve you a fresh steaming poetry so you all devour my poetry like lions devouring fresh meat, I see the world a place where the human race builds a brave new magnificence, my poetry is an exotic dawn shining over the world, I weld the pen like a giant sword with all the arrogance of a Viking slaughtering everything in my path