Pandora

I think I would go mad Someday If I Continue to read You Poets Like a Drunken bee I’ll fall Fall flat With your Heaves and all To me Each poet A Pandora’s Box By opening it I feel like Prometheus Your beguiling poems Makes the snake Come out I dance To the tune Of the charmer I fly high Up to the sky Leaving the earth And then You slit my throat I fall back Back to the real Back to death – The ultimate It’s my fate. 09.12.2016