Oh, please don't leave us!
You're the wise father figure
to us wannabes.

I'd give anything
to have your wit and insight.
Our poetry god!

So I can get rich,
I'll follow you with a broom
keeping all the dust.

Sold in tiny bags,
the dust that you have walked on.
$15 G's per gram.

People will snort it
in hopes of becoming great,
and their poems as absolutely fucking amazing as every one of your poems are. I have memorized every line! Transcribing it for generations to follow and worship of found the one true religion of the poetry of iamback... er... I mean vhs. Whatever.