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One Less Poet
I think I am done,
No road I find to relish;
And then I go alone-
No light, no muse to cherish.
My ego hurts abidingly,
Rebels your rightful words;
My passion’s weakening,
My word with your work flirts.
I am gone, my foolish pen
No longer tries to paint-
That easy utter’ fan
Is rested into hid retain.
Don’t dig for rhyme, for flow, for pain-
Just disregard this trivial poém;
All I do is deeply vain,
So I quit- one less phony jam…
