UnPoetia:Guardian

Oh, Guardian.

One who keeps me in shape.

One who prevents me from astral gang rape.

To protect, to give advice

In order to help me see the light,

For I was once corrupted.

You gave me another chance before I combusted.

One who has been given the crown by John,

In order to get me off

The bad side, my terrible contendencies.

I don't know how, but you can see.

Guardian, lay your order.

Bring upon the leagues of hoarders.

Sic' em.

Let me see the truth.

Help me find the right route.

Poetry for people who hate poetry