I loathe writing poems on the computer It's so... impersonal With pen, it's so much more intimate You can really get a better image of the writer at the time they wrote the poem And, ah! The swoop of the pen, The way the ink trails across the paper, It's a seduction unlike any other
And I love it so. So, if the day comes that I can no longer write, Just **** me, Cause I'm already dead