24 July 2012
We're found in odd places. Places you wouldn't expect. Some of us remain secret... But we really all are poets.
There's little me in Essex, Joined by some of the best. There's you! Where ever you are... Then there is the rest.
Some like me are secret. Keeping our talents apped away. Some share their gifts... With their people day to day.
But where ever we are found, Whether it be secret or not at all! I hope you hear me fellow Opussians! This is my battle call!
I call you to your papers! I call you to your pens! We must rescue this app land. From social networking we defend!
This is not a place for tweeting! Or bitching like little teens! This is our sacred land, And I don't want a change of scene.
So join me in my quest! Let's banish these people today! Let's not support their foolishness. Let's rhyme them all away!!
©Odd
Opussians Battle Call • Opuss № I