Let me go, drop me down softly, gentle, be gentle: i'm worthless- it's worth this.
conveying 'artistic concepts' through words was never something i was 'gifted' with
like soft footsteps growing clumsy with age i've become edited and adulterated
Look at me; I'm professional.
heart to ink,
emotions to spell-check.
emotionless brandless generic material
roses are red, violets are blue
i do it for the praises, and so do you
and you know what? it's completely
j-u-s-t-i-f-i-a-b-l-e
so, mr. great poetry writer
when your words are your own again send me a memo.
so you, oh you! who's it gonna be?
i can't tell when you're looking over there
