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Oct 2020
Scribblers, whether fitting to form
and rhythm
or stalking the formless,
stacking the pretty to be seen
or shredding to see all
clamber to some space
to feel safe to flower
or attempt
or reject
or all

and if
from this effort
another takes offense

that one should pay
the poet's rent
for showing you the extent
of your ego's bent

for holding harm
from another's pen
thoughts that swarm
only in your ken
I've learned that if I'm feeling self-righteous I'm probably wrong.
Written by
Dennis Willis  Oh
(Oh)   
26
   Skylar R
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