My Poetry Book

I changed my mind about a book it's way too much in work. And who'd appreciate the look that others give a jerk. I've mentioned in my testament that all my writings ought to go with me, so what I penned would never count for nought. I hope my relatives fulfill this fervent wish for me. But just in case, I think I still will pack my own CD. St. Peter, so they say, adores my brand of poetry. He's faced with murderers and whores, such human misery. Here is my plan to get inside right through the Pearly Portal, My argument: A poet's hide would have to be immortal..