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Don't Read It

... ... ...    
 
Surrounded by verses...  
Songlyrics and poems  
They test me...  
And discover my thoughts  
   
PCs and Notebooks and Laptops...  
The keyboards subtitute coincidences for inspiration  
And I cannot oppose this situation    
   
Am I writing it ?  
Am I writing it ?  
Don't read it    
   
No job  
No shifts    
No boss    
No foreman  
No personnel manager  
I clock in whenever I want  
I knock off whenever I want    
Do I give art what it needs ?  
Do I give art what it wants ?  
   
A hobby being in contact with machinery  
Words being manufactured... timelessly  
... ... ... ... ...  It is like servicing a conveyor belt system...    
Phrases and sentences shaping themselves to me on it
 
   
Surrounded by verses...  
Songlyrics and poems  
They test me...  
And discover my thoughts  
   
PCs and Notebooks and Laptops...  
The keyboards subtitute coincidences for inspiration  
And I cannot oppose this situation    
   
Am I writing it ?  
Am I writing it ?  
Don't read it    
   
... ... ...    
 
 
 
Written by Marks
Published
Author's Note
This poem is like an essay on Talking Heads' *Electric Guitar* songlyrics
All writing remains the property of the author. Don't use it for any purpose without their permission.
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