A nameless Poet
Even dogs wear nametags
Shed not mine for frenzy flags
The fifth element is here
And my mouth doesn’t wear a gag
A decline in the arts
Demands an anonymous price
An ignominious price
For tyrant’s revenues can’t get rich off of
I’m more than one play
I play to stay in the way
Keeping haters at bay
I live for today and the next day
Kind cruelty is a slow death
Where suspicion is proof
And Kingly comets shed noble blood
And loose their entire gleam
Imperial governmental prerogatives
Have subverted paper constitutions
To unseal their irresistible urges
To kill perpetual circulation of poems,
Of essays, letters, books and opinions
No one pays the bills
So I write with ink quills
Sit still on mountain hills
And eat my plays like a pill,
Of medicine for all the ill
To be anonymous is a bold mistake
This my friend I can not take
Killing nametags is a fraudulent lost
I live in spring rather than in frost
Speak not well of the dead,
For they have no earlobes
Give them scented flowers while they live
Caskets can’t smell the fragrance
And that’s the analogy of a nameless poet
By Andre Austin
Even dogs wear nametags
Shed not mine for frenzy flags
The fifth element is here
And my mouth doesn’t wear a gag
A decline in the arts
Demands an anonymous price
An ignominious price
For tyrant’s revenues can’t get rich off of
I’m more than one play
I play to stay in the way
Keeping haters at bay
I live for today and the next day
Kind cruelty is a slow death
Where suspicion is proof
And Kingly comets shed noble blood
And loose their entire gleam
Imperial governmental prerogatives
Have subverted paper constitutions
To unseal their irresistible urges
To kill perpetual circulation of poems,
Of essays, letters, books and opinions
No one pays the bills
So I write with ink quills
Sit still on mountain hills
And eat my plays like a pill,
Of medicine for all the ill
To be anonymous is a bold mistake
This my friend I can not take
Killing nametags is a fraudulent lost
I live in spring rather than in frost
Speak not well of the dead,
For they have no earlobes
Give them scented flowers while they live
Caskets can’t smell the fragrance
And that’s the analogy of a nameless poet
By Andre Austin