Mantra of the Missing Mussing: Chastising the Censor

Phantom creeper full of rage,
Why’d you steal my poetry page?
Was it caused by misplaced fear,
Did I touch on something dear?

Should a poet be the sleuth,
And figure out when not to goof,
Or should they speak out from the heart,
And hope to goodness they don’t – uhmm – smart.

As a poet I stop shames,
By making sure I don’t name names,
So if per chance my lines ‘bout you,
I swear I certainly meant not to.

I speak in general of time’s bodes,
Not about some silly toad,
If I happen to offend,
I’d wonder ‘bout you, really friend.

Take a chill you silly ones,
Ego makes you not have fun?
Lighten up or so they say,
And learn to love, It’ll make your day!

by Rodney Alan Crater
Copyright ©2007 Rodney Alan Crater