Untitled #6

They said
Knock out a few rhymes
Bust out some new lines
You’re supposed to be the poet
Recite a few poems
All i could do was smile
Cos that wasn’t the aim
That isn’t the game
I do not seek to tickle your fancy
I write to illuminate
I write to share my truth
I write to tickle that secret gland that secrets hormones that make you think and sometimes overthink about things that don’t really matter

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