well, that’s the end.
“matt anderson,
the poet” is gone.
loved by few,
missed by none.
the poetry king is dead.
it all just got to his head.
couldn’t take
it any longer.
stuck in his thoughts,
hadn’t gotten stronger.
the poetry king is dead.
the world’s filled with dread.
wish he didn’t
have to leave.
touched with his words,
and now we sit and grieve.
the poetry king is dead.
and the word’s been spread.
come say one
last goodbye.
as he goes home,
it’s hard not to cry.
the poetry king is dead.
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