he wrote poetry but nobody liked it
so he sulked, walking down the hall
no longer inspired by the candle he lit
he banged his fist against the wall
the unfortunate wannabe poet
had his mind in an all-out brawl
on the splintered wood he decided to sit
the new motivation making his skin crawl
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