POET'S PEN
I am his pen
a fine old
trusty stainless
steel nibbed
faithful workhorse
I write all his poems
but does he care?
do I get a thanks?
no he let's me run out!
then gets in a state
never cleans my nib
never cares for me
I try to correct
his worse failings
don't talk to me
about his grammar
appalling spelling
and all the rest
I never blot
have never blotted
even when shaken
in his vile temper
I've had enough!
I just feel like
leaving myself
behind at one of
his interminable
boring tedious
poetry workshops
someone might
pick me up!
take me home!
appreciate!
cherish!
love me!
pmcmanus
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