Influenced...
i ventured out tonight, i was prepared for being aloin(quite funny typo!), alone! so had taken pen, and paper with me, and irony played it's teasy card, as although i had nothing to write, all night! someone in need, laid such a bitter seed, and
asked me for a pen! such bitter cheek,
that i so meek,
had no quill
in which to thrill
broadly speaking
With no squeaking,
i had lost my ****** pen
a poet without a pen
is like a butterfly
without wings
Jemia X 🦋