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Paper Paranoia
Paper paranoia
Write &Erase
Blocked, blocked, blocked
Another poem without a solid base.
Scribbled nonsense,
Mental claustrophobia,
Come on don’t be dense.
Wasted trees,
This F'ed up conscious
Is knocking out my teeth.
Get a grip,
You dumb***,
Don’t you dare quit.
So, where is your drive?
What an idiot
Isn’t this supposed to be the passion of your life?
This is again a dead creation
What a loser,
Certainly not worth
A standing ovation.
Write &Erase
Blocked, blocked, blocked
Another poem without a solid base.
Scribbled nonsense,
Mental claustrophobia,
Come on don’t be dense.
Wasted trees,
This F'ed up conscious
Is knocking out my teeth.
Get a grip,
You dumb***,
Don’t you dare quit.
So, where is your drive?
What an idiot
Isn’t this supposed to be the passion of your life?
This is again a dead creation
What a loser,
Certainly not worth
A standing ovation.
Published 2nd Jul 2012
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2nd Jul 2012 11:13pm
Sometimes the best poems are the ones you make up on the fly after a long writer's block. Nice topic to make a poem on haha. Ironically, it's pretty good.
3rd Jul 2012 9:46am
