Too Bee Poet Erectile Dysfunctional

Words fade gray, cast away amidst reality check crass confusion
In vent ring lines creak upon wounds, heal feathered as dust mops.
In creased lease stains, bear inert pain rain in soaked place mats.
As window slats open and close horizontal upon vertical checkmates.

Dew molds eye balls, in sight fear weeping onslaught word failing’s,
To arise, is only to fall victim, down roller coasters that take away hope.
Life be a SHARPIE, where one’s existence furrows fallow fertile morrow,
To seer dawn’s verse of enlightenment, then be Bully lined out of existence.

Smatter Poet Tree bears infinite possibilities, traversing infinite passages.
Frost bite decision amid spaghetti forks, dew take poetic verse ends churning.
Worst thou stop midstream, to sprout another virgin path, never entered,
To sprout anew stunted limb, praying to bear fruited, seeded leaf branches.

But alas, life prunes Liberal thoughts into sheer conformity, with pruning shears.
Poet trees must line up perfect, in rhyme, and matter of factual, precision meter.
Snip enough the Poet Eunuch loses their originality to be SHARPIE into followers.
Come on let “US” march in step in this cloned SHARPIE union of set standard BS.

Do not never question SHARPIE’s point, thou words will be lined out of existence.
Truth be it, America Lies in Lairs, elite uptight crass bully, “I am the SHARPIE master.”
It’s My Way or the highway to oblivion, hear aloud thunder, as your branch falls
Victim To Be neutered, this Knot - Too Bee Poet Erectile Dysfunctional.