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Slandard, they ask for my autograph.

I do not want to waste energy for the beggers.

They want me to write.



They plead.

I enjoy the rush of insanity.

These are not valuable pieces of gold.

These are thoughts compiled on a single sheet of paper.



No excellent word of advice.

Just what I want to write.

Selfishly, I do not answer their prayers.



Am I not hurting my hand at the task?

I am nothing compared to what I read on pages of books.

Published for their talents,

and not for looks.



I wonder one thing constantly.

Who am I writing for?

10 minuets pass, my hand racing,

my mind pacing.



I do not write for me.

I write for the public.

So I guess I am not being slandard,

but admired.



Poetry does not come to me,

as quick as you may think.

Just my thoughts arriving on paper.

Written in pen and ink.