Of After-Life Poem by me poet yeps poet

After our death
we will be known
as more Publishers will publish
to collect manure
and
they then don't have to share it with anyone
anymore

Poets normally live as poor guys

when they don't exist
publishers give them
a new fresh lease of life

They promote your work
then say he was a real poet

sad unread when alive
now on his name we thrive
and
evidently make him come alive
fragrance like honey wise...

you oldies some of you are lucky
just compose and smile

O poets still alive
all read you as you are worthy
of your while

do stay poetically alive
charm of name and fame and money will all vanish
as from '''terra firma''
you BANISH! ! !