The Best Poet The Best Man Poem by Elius Rubby

I want to write until I die
No matter you feel or cry
You must read me & my poetry
You will give honour & money
But nothing I need actually
I just want to write poetry.
Thousands of poet writing
Thousands of poetry raising
For love, sex & pocket money
I am happy with poetry
But I angry at the motto of writing.
Gentle reader lost of test of reading.


Reading the old again & again.
No golden egg output coming.
All is almost good for nothing.
Copy, paste words of sex for impressed.
Thinking yourself as a sheep of best.
What a rubbish you are in case!

Universal Apple of poetry going
Fucking fool reader are coming.
But time will come you need me
I have no money to publish
I am a mad would be
But I am not totally rubbish.

Whatever I want to write until I die.
No matter you feel or cry.
Many great were hidden died.
Many don't get their proper right.
Nobody keeps the flower dried.
To the blind it's same day & night.

But man must find the world of light.
I write for truth, write for light.
You must need me when you'll be in night.
I am a dealer of life fuel
But I am not for sell.
I am a holy book milk like feed
All you will get what you will need.

I want to write until I die
No matter you feel or cry.
I die & born and remembered after all.
I am neither for me nor you but for all
Actually I don't know who i am?
Nature called me the best man of the world.