The Lyrics Of The Potter Poem by Joshua Adeyemi

I resume the world soap,
'Cos by celestials' rule i cannot cope.
Bind i myself to this world by luxury rope,
That by faith i'll be firm, even if a slope.
And to all my crafts entrusted and dope!

I will return never to that hood,
Neither will i to the beggars nude.
For to them was i presented as a food,
A flesh in their midst is qualified to be
consumed.
For that did i all myself seek good.

I'll retreat to the king's abode,
And will in anxiety and curiosity a-rode.
That i before him will again be a-mould.
That if peace tarry not, joy will be to me a-
load.
And to luxury will i eternally unfold.

Wealth, luxury, Grace, Joy, money,
Honour, heights in my lodge be.
Strife, death, indecisions, menace, worry,
Loadgers, panicking, illness, perish be.
From me an to me; Reads; pleasant thrills.

Clays, mortal, pestals; my guards are,
Iron, metals, gun are from me far.
For they to human world sketch scar,
And on destruction were they a star.
Let the formers be found with the potter.

I am what i choose to be,
A Potter, that'll all wealth fix.
That if joy and hope be amiss,
Or if they be slack; mend be.
That if Joy, peace and hope did slack, they'll
be mend by me.

I'm a potter,
To all slacks; an answer.
I'm the mending panther.
Moulding mortals,
The pot-ting Potter.
I AM
c.2017