Just Words

Respectfully, poetically knowledge doth grow, Prepare to repair yourself, let’s extrapolate the show. One is never truly alone, rarely sane, or forever just woe, Are you ready to accept homosapien overflow? Woefully wondered, what it’s all about? Playfully pondered, but still harboring doubt? Maybe you’ve conquered, wallet cashed up with clout, Yet still just a wee little fish, not a big fat trout. Two hours’ too three is all it will take, To set yourself free, make your whole world shake, To shatter illusions, challenging what’s right to forsake, To scatter your doubts, for strong hearts I do make. Unlike other books, you read only once, maybe twice, I will entice and entrance, I bet you read at least thrice, For my words are designed to make men out of mice, And to show you that everyone is potentially nice.