The purpose of poetry!
Sell it to me.
I will go to school
and be sure to read
the masterful gone befores.
Thus, I can teach the art
of describing the ineffable
with a palette dictionary.
Tearing apart the letters
when necessairy, extra oxygen
can be purchased in the lounge,
for professors only, of course.
On comma on sentence
a periodical published
by the famed, rich, deterministic,
physics-makers, I mean shelf bearers,
of the dead's eulogies.
There was never enough recognition
but this project shall be on me
like a simile on a piece of toast.
Roman Ryan 