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My Words
What’s it
Worth?
Not much,
Probably nothin.
They’re just
Words, anyone
Could come
Up with.
What? Did you
Think you’re special.
That’s a laugh.
You’re not the
First to spill
Ink and call
It poetry.
Spilled Ink & Busted Quills, Batman!
.
You can spill your ink
on my day and call
it what you will.
.
Ego is another form
of picking up a piece
of paper and setting down
a word or two.
.
Life has enough slings
and arrows. Let the inkstains
ruin the tee shirt, make
words find conformity
and solace in the will.
.
Leave the critics at the gate
and toss the key endlessly
with mild disdain. See the world
and let the world see you
but not to hear from your mind
would be tragedy.
.
Lady A
12-09-4
805a
.