Here lately my verse hasn't
been that nice
My friends could tell
they be on me like white on rice
I felt the mean direction
so now I'm making a dissection
which leads to this poetic connection

None of us have to be guessing
verse is about expressing
We all have a dump ground in
our heads
where we place past hurts and dreads
Wisdom dictates letting it stay sleeping
in its beds

However it's hard to hold in pain
sometimes as writers and poets
storm burst showers down the rain
right to our poetic site
and it may cause a fight
or some type fright
until we see the light
that it may not be right

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