The poet's stall

Hello!

A friend, or a foe-

there is no discrimination in my stall;

a very very warm welcome to you all!

Come on in, and make yourself at home.

Don't mind me, I'll just be in the corner;

senseless words float around my head,

endless thoughts build up and rage.

I'll holler if I run out, of ink or paper,

then would you please bring me some more?

That is the only time I might shout,

for that is just what I do:

I write my mind out.