Auld Lang Syne

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life

Strutting into this New Year like 
Goldie 
Star studded 
Arriving at the annual Players Ball
Full length mink
Diamonds in the back
Sun roof top
Greeting all writers of poems up in here with 
Poetic love
Got my  
Mind on my poetry
And my
Poetry on my mind
Pen
Ready
Fully strapped
Waiting for some fake poets to
Jump up to get beat down 
Only writers of poems
Get past my bouncers 
And enter into this hallowed space
My semi automatic keyboard
Fingers on the trigger
Ready to blast from my past
To regulate
To educate
To poet-icate
But don’t get the wrong idea
I’m dancing into this New Year
Like the Nicolas Brothers in Stormy Weather
Jitterbuggin
High five to every true scribe in the room
I got your back
Like I know you got mine
Slip no mickeys in my pen while I ain’t lookin
Here’s to you
Writers of poems
Be always on your guard
Look both ways before you cross your T’s
Dot your I’s
It ain’t safe to be real
To be 
Writer of poems