Eternal Poetry (Rap)

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Writers block, aimlessness

Nonsense

Its just all this extra stressing

I'm gonna write something anyway

Today I finally met the perfectionist inside me

He wants to throw all my work away like its warm iced tea

He is melting my confidence and sucking at it like its ice cream

Thinks that these rhymes I made are contrived and fake like me

I scream at him to shut up, let me write something, later I'll buck up

Nothing pleases the inner critic except watching me burn up

For what's the use of stressing over quality if I can't make no work

Something is better than nothing, so just say the word

Just say once that its okay, that whatever I'm writing will obey

The laws of the craft and be true to my thoughts and the reader will not dismay

For its true that I find it harder and harder to say what I want, what I may

For I want to let the thoughts-barrage open while making them rhymes stay.