Poetry is Dead!

 Welcome to a twisted mind

On display now for mankind

Anyone may come and see

New thoughts here as they come to be

Written down upon on this page

By a man in middle-age

We know his time is limited

And that he keeps himself well fed

Is there a reason to be led

to care about what he has said?

That is what you must decide 

Your eyes accross the words now glide

Never to return, perhaps

Well, that cannot disturb my naps

But your enjoyment is, pray tell

the reason for my doggerel

Look, enjoy, and leave at your leisure

Thank you

Kevin Earl Lynch 2008