I wonder if it is as torturous as this in Hell?
Time is money, with my final penny I go to the wishing well,
Will the Star Gods make sure my spectacular poems sell?
I’m climbing up the stairwell, many before me fell
On a journey to Poet’s Paradise a place where the truest Poets dwell,
The enhancement of brain cells makes one’s brain and eyes swell,
The truth hurts, we have as much freedom as those stuck in a cell,
Bullshit smells, I rebel against the system, in this prison I aim to excel,
With the stories I tell, then elevate and propel after I come out of my shell,
Words correctly spelled put avid readers under a perspicacious Poet’s spell,
The word wizard casting spells,
a blizzard of wonderful words pack a punch, ring the bell,
Pen and paper two boxers, the crowd yells,
punchlines and rhymes cleverly designed to make the eyes swell,
Written by Perspicaciousoutcast (John Paul Harrington)
Orignally written: Tuesday 6th September 2016
Image found on google.
Perspicacious Outcast 
Poet’s Paradise- Such a beautiful concept. As an amateur in the field of poetry even I am in search of a place like that. Perspicacious Outcast this is beautiful poetry. I admire it.
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Thank you dundappan I am glad you liked my poem. Poet’s Paradise is the place I dream about every night and the concept inspires me to write. 🙂
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