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A slave to the pen...
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A slave to the pen...
Balled up in a corner......I try to refrain from it
But my brain plummets, & the flames cometh
The flames that will begin my brain’s summit
To the very paramount of its creative process
This is something you might see as progress
But not me........See, it’s a scheme by my pen
To act like she is my godsend, So that I spend
All my time with that bitch, instead of my ken...
She makes me say goodbye to all my friends...
I don’t want too, but what can my defense be,
When my pen & imagination work against me?
They want to consume everything that I know
& use it in weird ways, cause they say I’ll grow
But I know that deep inside, they’re deceivers
So my pen tries, and get me to believe her
And my imagination intrigues her, on topics...
They force me to adopt this way & not knock it
It is all because of them that I don’t got shit
Except random writings & a nervous twitch
That serves as this, clock which’s purpose is
To force me periodically to spurt this shit
In multi-syllable rhymes, and switching flows...
Not often switching clothes, and I’m missing those
Times when I was in control on the life I lead...
But she convinces me that this is the life I need
So in strife, I heed...
And I become submisive to the pen...nothing is sweet.....
She leaves me in a dark room...With 1000 poems and nothing to eat.....
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