I read many by Anon... once my mind drew up the greatest writer- Anon,
So many verses, so many stories , all by the great Anon,
Today 'a - non' drives the world , criminal dreams of some non,
On a whim from golden seats, a drawl here, a draw there,
Here there everywhere, but to where... this one is no great Anon,
Just one gathering criminals , may be for his ministries,
Just gathering , rolling in greed, unclear if a fart or a farthing ,
Both the hue of greed and hate , brain waves maybe always slow waves,
Noise never can equate to music, always lacks quality... noise-lost for all melody ,
A non can never be an Anon ever , try as might with all might...
A poem by Pc-3 ( 06/11/2025)
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