I'll recycle my crap, as I see fit
it's my God given right
Shredding the pages and words
not allowing any light
Never seen or heard
downloaded, or digitally scanned
Burning it in the trashcan
just as I had planned
Sifting through the ashes
and piecing different prose
Rewrites and better edits
so much better now, I know
It's a paradigm of lunacy
and bitter self critique
fixing what isn't broken
as my mind drips, and leaks
Oct 28, 2016
Oct 28, 2016 at 2:44 PM UTC
I'll recycle my crap, as I see fit
it's my God given right
Shredding the pages and words
not allowing any light
Never seen or heard
downloaded, or digitally scanned
Burning it in the trashcan
just as I had planned
Sifting through the ashes
and piecing different prose
Rewrites and better edits
so much better now, I know
It's a paradigm of lunacy
and bitter self critique
fixing what isn't broken
as my mind drips, and leaks
I'm never happy with anything, because then, I couldn't call myself (jokingly) an artist.
:D
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