CosmoPolitarian

I darkly go I don't know why..
into the cosmo do or die..
I familiarise with certain style
the poets who make me smile..
I float like a cloud over grey drab
thinking I'm a green tree on a slab.
but its really pain inside my head
I finds words that cry instead..
Oh thou not covert my heart pray no
I shalleth onto Cosmo go..
Wherest bed swerving cuckolds unfold.. Does protesteth too much? adeu.. adeu..
Hey man
quit it
It's cool.
as long
as we
dual..
with quills
not tools.
into the dark night rage
all this page's a stage
and everything passes..
apart from those
who wear glasses..
they pass nothing
tight as a ducks asses
don't awaken the Krackon
and bring those out to
fight the dragon..
noble. knights of Heaven
and Hell
which is which.. none can tell
initially in all us dwell..
we are but Cosmo Pixcels...