Poet's Joy

Coffee break, is not really my choice,
But since the day I conquer existence.
I rejected all that pains and laments,
Sufferings and ideals which are pointless.

As I give readers some amusement,
draw them close to my own nature’s pull.
Feed them with full of enchantment,
and indulgence from a purple passionate.

Knowing that all the arts,
Are to entertain but not to chisel.
The fanatic’s fragile hearts,
Can tolerate them some kicks to revel.

Be a poet-doctor, who can alleviate,
An ailing spirit with sweet sonnet,
Limerick and term are all attractive,
but not with a tear, down to the window of dark.

I slightly prefer bitter reality,
than for a permanent therapy,
to aesthetic morphine to be calm,
intended for them to see the real me.