Writers

Hark! Yonder lays a deep valley of surprise. Can't keep struggling with a sentence The real writers write in an instance. True So true, It’s all making someone real blue. Yet, they announce With a difference We all are writers We are of the same kind We live of each other’s dime To climb above all Pour our venting anger in a worded bowl Lest thy enemies scowl Pour them in a bigger abstracted towel Wring in dry Robed with aphorisms Lest they try and undermine our motives behind And add some abominable similes Which no one can understand?