This little magazine i will fill with napkin,

All the papers white except my poems bright.

Ink flow through printer print my poems like ginger,

Don’t read my poems like Eminem!

My apology flows on. How do i behave?

My mind now glows on. I must hatch my prey.

Believe me your tear won’t fall down before i declare,

Here’s the disclaimer goes wrong, bell don’t have gong.

To the readers as my fan don’t be appreciative, be creative.

Don’t copy my styles, or be all life like tiles.

This is the moment you can prove you’re not common person,

All the Albert gone famous from scratch, all you need splash.