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Poetry News Post #4132

Don't Write?

Written by: Disciple Mystara Innagari, of the First Order
Date: Friday, September 21st, 2012
Addressed to: Everyone


Put down your quill,
close the darn door,
get out of my face
you must write no more.

Well my dear old friend
I take that in stride
now kindly bend over
and kiss my backside.

My words are my power
they're my heart and soul
I'm not some dumb broad
for you to control.

You're just really cranky
maybe a tad peeved
or just immature
or so I perceived.

Please stop writing you say
do you move my hands
I laugh at your words
scoff at your demands

You say I'm no good
and it's not my style
well my dear old friend
I'll make it worthwhile.

For your words give me strength
they beg me to write,
you want me to stop?
Then put up a fight.

Penned by my hand on the 5th of Glacian, in the year 606 AF.


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