(Your attention please: The following poem is a JOKE; please do not attack nor analyze me! Thank you! +Stevie)

Never Write Honestly? (Apparently!)

So many have said so much about me
I cannot write anything anymore
Without imagining how it will be
To be lectured until I start to snore

The super-duper patriots moved on
Giving up on me no doubt as hopeless
I rejoice at this relief I confess
But here where it is darkest before dawn
As I wait for my last book to be born
I shudder to anticipate the morn
And the scrutiny of shrinkadoodles
Should I post a poem on OthersPen

Only my three kids and Freddie Noodles
Understand me I guess and get it when
I write from my heart (which I was taught was good)
And practice my art (now so misunderstood)

Dear analysts: calm down! As I leave town
For a little rest I wish you the best
(And before anybody else has a cow
I must struggle to write something silly now)

I will try to keep my feelings to myself
And shut them up in books for a dusty shelf

+Steven Curtis Lance



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