Deviants,
Deviators of poetry
And art.
Poetry is art,
Just as a story.
Self expression is art,
Pure and untainted.
Wouldn’t it be wonderful,
If like minded deviants all lived near?
Deviants need love to.
Why must we pay.
No artist has ever been part of the herd,
But wouldn’t it be wonderful,
If there was a herd of artists,
Supporting,
Loving,
And singing to each other.
People like me…
No one like me,
Except for me,
Which is me,
So I am me!
You are you.
I’m not you,
He’s not you,
She’s not you!
A Deviation,
Devine creation,
Mal nutrition?
I am my own politician.
I vote me.
And I place votes for you to.
I want to be governor of Joshua,
You can be govener of yourself,
Devin,
Ali,
Grace,
Mike,
Kelsy,
Whoever,
Whatever,
Achoo,
God bless you!