I’m leaving this Sunday…..,
PoemHunter is changing….,
My identity and relocating me….,
With absolutely no contact…..,
To the outside world anymore…..,
They said they want to.....,
Get me singing lessons....,
And try to save the earth…..,
From being critically infected…..,
By my moronic ramblings……,
I've been told that my writing is worse......,
Than the ebola virus and anthrax combined.....,
So I’ll probably die a recluse….,
And I will miss all of you…..,
My keyboard is flooded with tears….,
And my computer is shorting out…..,
Please don't cry for me......,
PoemHunter people....,
I've had a decent life......! ! !
Goodbye all….! ! !
Farewell…..! ! !
…..Trade Martin,2007.
Trade Martin
http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/poet-protection-program-the-party-s-over/
