Mic Love

I made passionate love to the mic
The mic loves me
Together we made beautiful children, word babies named poetries
They said this mixture was dark and sinister
Someone get a minister, to exorcise my thoughts
This is a sin, goes against everything I learn, what I was taught
My thoughts consume, me day and night
No, I won’t be alright!
Till I have pen in hand, connected with paper
Only the gospel of written rhyme can save me!
I make love again with every stroke of my pen
I will enjoy my word children, which I had already produced
Named them poetries
Bringing life to me