I’m the coolest poet on the planet, ain’t a need to panic. I got hands skills like a mechanic. The rival of that is my mind being so gigantic . No rules need to apply when I decide on when and how to be romantic. Poetry is the truth that’s the versatile content being so candid. I caught love sneaking away from me red handed. I still believe in valuable morals like the ten commandments. If the sky fall I will be safely wrapped in tin and ceramic. So I have no need to really panic.