CEREBRAL DOME

My coin flip told me to write a poem
I guess we are never really alone
The closer I get to my tomb
I beg God to let me crawl back into the womb

I fear I am headed tor gloom
In the eternal black room

It's fun thinking about life and death
It's like having brain cancer
But without the pain
Driving one insane

So now I can come to the real point
Of my poem
I will share with the reader my review of my own written words
Of the fruit of my
Cerebral Dome

I have written the greatest poem about abused women known to man
I have written the greatest novel about death and depression
But that was never my plan

Yes, I am quite celebrated and famous and held in high regard
But alas only by me
Just another poetic flea
I like millions have climbed to 
The top of the writing tree

I have amazed only myself at the works of art I have created
The written proof is there 
My art can't be debated

So now I have written everything 
They demanded I write
I want to be paid 
I want my soul to never experience fright

I insist on a reward of Eternal Fun
And to one day live
Beyond the Son