The Naive Bard of the Late Night Train

Spitting spit and rhymes

the white dredged man walks through the cabin’s crowd.

Each tone is mistaken

from the author’s intent.

The uninvited audience would

have booed the man were it a paid event.

Price aside the passion was clear, the talent and neither the hard work was nowhere near.

The disgruntled observer closest to the flailing failure sounded a sigh in significant disbelief. Heard quiet but clear the bard had finally turned to his secret weapon - dissing random strangers.

Carefully crafted verse by verse he devastated the observer’s confidence and turned the raising tide of hate into praise. By the end of the ride, the bard walked out of the train a rich man.