I’m leaving this Sunday….., <br /> PoemHunter is changing…., <br /> My identity and relocating me…., <br /> With absolutely no contact….., <br /> To the outside world anymore….., <br /> They said they want to....., <br /> Get me singing lessons...., <br /> And try to save the earth….., <br /> From being critically infected….., <br /> By my moronic ramblings……, <br /> I've been told that my writing is worse......, <br /> Than the ebola virus and anthrax combined....., <br /> So I’ll probably die a recluse…., <br /> And I will miss all of you….., <br /> My keyboard is flooded with tears…., <br /> And my computer is shorting out….., <br /> Please don't cry for me......, <br /> PoemHunter people...., <br /> I've had a decent life......! ! ! <br /> Goodbye all….! ! ! <br /> <br /> Farewell…..! ! ! <br /> <br /> …..Trade Martin,2007.<br /><br />Trade Martin<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/poet-protection-program-the-party-s-over/
