A Poetry that has nothing at all to do with...

... will*I*am eS*P*y

"Prometheus in Wonderland"

Father showed, in front of me,
While mother's stove and frontispiece
Gently spoke so she'd believe
That this advice that I do speak
Is truly liveTV: "I come in peace."

"I did invent the morning star!", claims he,
Whose name's known near and far.
As flames did lick the kitchen wall, mother heeded
Helping call. Father said, "See here, it's writ.
T'was Zeke, the one who'd invented it!"

I was scared and unprepared.
There you are...

No matter where you go, from king's front porch,
It's bound to show, to neighbor's court you'll see it's glow.
Those girls atop the steps could quote,
Each, every line that spear shakers wrote
To scrub men's hearts free of fear, you know.

It slipped,
It fell,
And the sun shone on.

In love and battle
These stones on flowers thrown,
These flowers on stones thrown
Men whose bones and broken groans
Now lie beneath all that's above.

And I believe that it was Love,
Not, "No more push and shove,"
That did invent the morning star.