The art in me conspire
To spread life like wild fire
I'll live life like I'm wired
To love and just inspire
Don't tell me I know am admired
They all look at me like am a brier
That beautiful Eurasian rose they desire
but I tell you I cannot be acquired
they can run around the world to enquire
the only thing I love more than art is my choir
my art is my heart I tell you it's not for hire
don't try to control me what will happen will be dire
I might not be the Messiah
But one day I'd love to sire
As many poet as the world require
My dreams will one day be a wire
That chains the damn world together
A poem written by Kanong
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