A PEN’S MURDER

I wanted to be a poet
So I bought myself a pen
But the ink dried out
When I tried to write

So I put the pen to my mouth
Hoping this venom I daily spit
Would fill it up and make it tick
But all it did was make it sick

I wanted to be a poet
But I killed my only pen

β€œThis world’s already sick
Go down with your disease
We don’t need another
Poet wannabe
You’re just murderer”
It kept whispering to me

I wanted to be a poet
But my pen it murdered me

01.12.16

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