If only my poem could chart, appreciation for my art..it would definitely be a start..
Imagine it, account shoutouts/ my poem sporadically spread about..
Go for a walk downtown, fans gather around/ bodyguards surround/
Screams echo out, he has been found, the Commaful winner is now crowned/
Fist pump pounds, fire works shake the groundwork/ haters observe, sniggering "he is a loser a jerk"/
Grandmas pinch with a flirt/ "Dear your words are superb" A bird lands with a chirp "Rossko u the Boss yo"(in a continuous burp)/
Suddenly I awake to alarm bells ringing/ check to see my Commaful page, my entry did no winning/
As I think to myself "If only my poem could chart, appreciation for my art..it would definitely be a start"