Oh pen wounds inside volumes!
Write our wrongs along the lines
This plot laid bare in its doom
and the irony of its crime
For we craft the paragraph
and we diagram our dialogue
laying out each tear and every laugh
Every word in all these songs
'You're not my type!'
said the paper plain
Though twas an odd gripe
He usually didn't complain
Tip then tap the writer rapped
upon the keys anyway
wearing out his thinking cap
he burnt the night away
Pour me wine for whiny words
and cut the capers! How absurd!
Drip the ink and tip the brim
empty these themes within
One more chapter and one more verse
before these visions disperse
One more thought for page to keep
before the penman nods to sleep
YOU ARE READING
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Poetry"Tell me who you are Tell me who you were Bare your soul to me So I can feel and see the simple mystery and what a life song means to me" Fashionable and Avant garde lyrics and poetry. #979 in poetry 3/2/17 All content in this book is under copyrigh...
