faithful poetry reader

this is poem for we to hear
our atmosphere
some lines for the readers ear
you see this is our world
story is sent to the reciever
together we live in commune
disregarding a critics faithful eye
putting a knife to all he deems unneccesary

you see this is our world of dancing fairies
underground slam sessions
our sancuaries
you see down here
we dictate the corporate milk lactate
and all our love does a body good
no one loses in our fair ground

because expression is the currency of the underground
by mere form we indoctrinate a new level of pretty
sounds
stringing together some unity
you see success is not determined by the winner
and slave doesnt mean the owner faster

bigger doesnt determine a master
and poetry by itself
is where faithful hearts find pasture