Mutiny on the Inkwell
By zeusdawg
Easy pen, come on I don't know why you don't write Anything clever for me it's just paper it won't bite I'll get you the finest inks from Budapest Come on write the first word, my brain'll do the rest At least I hope so, right brain? You'll find the will To give me good rhymes and things while I have time to kill Maybe the pencil should cooperate a little better Where'd I put it? Please just give me one little letter I'll fill the rest of the word out, for real, I promise Nothing on this planet will keep me from being honest Damn, no response, maybe a song and a C chord But my music book's full and I can't plug in my keyboard I used to be able to write about some beautiful lips That made me shake and bite my nails to my cuticle tips But now I can't string two words together my largest threats Are writer's block and ADD when they discard this vet Written March 1st, 2002 © on Mar 01 2002 12:05 AM PST 18 • 0 • 1
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"Easy pen, come on I don't know why you don't write..."