"Back for more? Step into the light! Schmee’s got a secret... and it’s POET-FREE!" We are the envy of all that see our flight! Born to close the Earth-Heaven gap, hold tight! We are NOT melted wax, not Icarus falling From delusions of grandeur or a spirit that’s crawling! No! With each flap of the wing we shed the arrogance We ARE the grandeur, we ARE the inheritance! What happens when God and Mother Nature share a dream? A Poet-Free scheme! (With a hyphen!) Or so it would seem! Past the dark Dorothy days, don't linger in the legacy I’m the host with the most, providing the remedy! We serve neither the wicked nor the good, don't you see? We are free to pursue our own magic... POET-FREE! Make the myth anew! Monkey and Angel in one! The calculation of the sensation has only begun! We’ve tasted the words, the flavors of verse Traversing the logic of the whole universe! The rhyme! The reason! The symmetry! Presented by me—Schmee! The rhythms of a metered line, Textures of joy and heartache combined! POET-FREE! (With a hyphen of course!) POET-FREE! (Said the hoarse horse!) The smoke from scented words caress, Our minds confirming we are blessed! Out of the gate, like a horses gait, Over home plate, don't you hesitate! Calculating the trait of the rate of the weight Of a monkey and an angel at the Pearly Gate! Nothing but words, words, words... Most of it for the birds, birds, birds... But for ten dollars? The truth is yours. Who is me? A Poet... FREED.
