There Writes A Monster On This Site
He looks like you and me except
He writes until theres nothing left
Ponders he does with frightful skill
His next creation bidding his will
With hand more claw he climbs the tower
Where words refuge their perfect power
Biting into, feeding on them
Creature of habit, now done, descends
With wings he'll fly into your mind
Landing with ease but you'll not find
Monster green nor red or blue
But Richard Carlton inside of you
He plays accordion and drums that stir
Your heart and mind and his and hers
Unique monster, poetic fiend
His work unlike you've ever seen
Read on, enjoy what he treasures
Poems summoned that give all pleasure
Where words he rules birthing his right
Monster poet upon this site
Dedicated to Richard Keith Carlton/Houseofmanyrooms
Poet but much more Poetical monster
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