The Freedom To Write And Just Be No One...

another one this morning
is proclaimed prince of words

a golden crown on his head
a smile on his face

reflect: do you want the same?
do want to have a crown or laurel?

what he did he so deserves
what you aim is not what you like.

feel the comfort in the freedom of
your use: nothing to a kingdom

no one to princedom, nothing to
prestige, and here you are enjoying

your choice of words, nothing to rhyme
nothing to measure, vagabond, gypsy,

you are king, without minions,
you are prince, without a princess.

by RIC BASTASA

Comments (2)

Great ah how you sum us up. Three musketeers eat your heart out ey?
It seems you can produce a poem from any situation. Gareth Mole.