Stories in the pockets, stories untold. The Voice of a Generation, falsetto bold, The Faceless Masses count you as gold, meaningful voices left unheard, stories ne’er unfold.
Worthless Nobel Prize(d) paper to wipe damp, dark places; Literature? What difference Nobel Prize(d) paper to wipe damp, dark places; Peace? Traffic-n-Reed, stories told of that which bleeds; Living! So too, Story-teller Paradise is this Way bleeds; Living!
Oh, Faceless Masses numbed, dumbed, stories of old hardly told, what of stories of this day? The Story-teller Dead is mine-thine; Lament.