I like to write
a poem at night
Take all my anger
don’t let it languor
2 sit & stew
boil as it brews
insects & slime
In an unenchanted grime
Take all my pain
don’t let it break my cane
Sink me like an anchor
as massive as a look
sent flying from your anger
Take all my frustration
& turn it into lustation
for the newest line
The very next sentence o mine!
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