Extempore poet,I am they know not

 Extempore poet I am they know not   

If there is no war

 Soldiers will be jobless

 And if there is no poetic clash

 There can be no

Lovely like sweetest voices

So carry on regardless

I can't write poetry

They or some say

Ancient archaic

Still living in caves

In the wilderness of their lives

Do they have wives?

Or are they celibate

All their lives

None the less

Tis their

Solitary way,

Solitary way

Solitary way,

Way......