Poets write for Humans Oh what a mistake Like composers They should Produce sounds When echoing Make rocks Smile For the first time In eternity Give birds a reason To listen And humans A reason To melt Then gel Not in hell That’d be swell
Poets write for Humans Oh what a mistake Like composers They should Produce sounds When echoing Make rocks Smile For the first time In eternity Give birds a reason To listen And humans A reason To melt Then gel Not in hell That’d be swell