Anon

 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)