The world is full of poets,
We don't need anymore.
Except for me.
Because obviously,
as everyone can see,
I'm the best.
Without my lovely verse,
you would be left afloat,
in a sea of mediocrity.
Before you even try,
to out write my divine rhyme,
Take some time.
To choose, for yourself,
Whether this is the path,
that you wish to wander.
Believe me,
it won't be any fun,
to always be second place.
So, please.
I implore you.
Juts sit back.
And let me regal you with words,
Both exquisite and emotional,
a literary delight.
Right after I'm done,
As soon I finish,
Burning all these old books.
Musty decrepit tomes,
Not worth your time,
all of those authors were quacks.
Ancient words,
antiquated and barely legible,
Silly phrases, all of them inferior.
Listen to me,
and do not be afraid.
I'll show you the best poems ever
....
In a few weeks,
genius takes time.
It's an arduous process.
Give me a year,
and in the meantime,
A little bit of funding.
Twenty million sounds right,
to last me a couple years,
Just so I can finish my masterpiece.
You'll weep tears of pure gold,
upon hearing what I have worked on,
for the last 3 decades.
In my mansion,
In switzerland,
With my collection of diamond studded pens.
Ooops, were you expecting a poem?
Well, I'm far too old now,
Half a century will do that to a man.
You can't expect perfection,
(even from the best, p.s. thats me.)
Besides, I have some bad news.
You can't read the poem,
that I have just finished,
It's too good.
Your eyes would be blinded,
Your senses befuddled.
Even to touch the paper would burn.
So, entomb me precious metals,
and buy all of brazil for my grave.
It's the least you can do.
For the best poet,
For the finest writer,
For the god you all adore.
All the poets are gone,
and you don't need anymore.
For they'll never match up to me.
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