Shakespeare's Wet Dream
Remember: when writer's block strikes, recycle. This poem was written almost ten years ago...
I hate you
blank sheet of paper
teasing my throbbing pen
whitewashed whore
craving my assault
me knowing that I must
you knowing that I can’t.
just remember
I could kill you
with a stroke of my pen.
and then you say
the magic words:
“shut up
and write all over me”
Remember: when writer's block strikes, recycle. This poem was written almost ten years ago...
I hate you
blank sheet of paper
teasing my throbbing pen
whitewashed whore
craving my assault
me knowing that I must
you knowing that I can’t.
just remember
I could kill you
with a stroke of my pen.
and then you say
the magic words:
“shut up
and write all over me”
posted by extraspecialbitter at 3:31 PM
5 Comments:
got a smoke?
cuz a smoke'd be really good right now ... all lit up up and all :*
Like a fine wine, this piece ages well.
ma - as the Bard might have said, "Art thou sated, milady?"
colonial - thank you for not mentioning me and aging in the same sentence.
Ever so. Spoil me with more ;)
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