Poetry Cult/by:Haunted Lunacy

Come one, come all, join my 

cult of poetry, we will surely

 have a ball. Kool aid and cookies 

 will be had by one and all. We will 

 arm ourselves with pens , and slay 

 them with our words.

We will use our tears as ink, and 

write until it hurts.

Later we will will read from the 

works of Edgar Allen Poe, this will 

be the last holy book that you will 

ever know. We will spend our day 

reciting this sacred, holy verse, 

then later in the evening things 

will get much worse. We will

 place our pens on the table 

 and end this silent war, and 

 lift our cups of kool aid, 

to quote the raven, we will be

 “never more”.