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Of all the stereotypical artists Why did I have to pick the Struggling writer? Armed with a pen And my mystic thoughts. I could have been a great musician Or a famous painter But no! I chose to let my words drive my creativity. Into battle I go With my .50-cent pen And I let that be my battle weapon It’s an extension of my body, But it doesn’t protect me Like I wish. Plan B My words, Flow from my mind But even that doesn’t protect me. I let my heroes guide me, Like Greek Gods. But who protects me, On the verge of defeat? I’m a demi-god But is that enough to prevail? No!! I must fight for myself, My creativity, And my voice? HELP ME JACK KEROUAC!
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Apr 25, 2012
Apr 25, 2012 at 11:10 PM UTC
Help Me Jack Kerouac!
Of all the stereotypical artists Why did I have to pick the Struggling writer? Armed with a pen And my mystic thoughts. I could have been a great musician Or a famous painter But no! I chose to let my words drive my creativity. Into battle I go With my .50-cent pen And I let that be my battle weapon It’s an extension of my body, But it doesn’t protect me Like I wish. Plan B My words, Flow from my mind But even that doesn’t protect me. I let my heroes guide me, Like Greek Gods. But who protects me, On the verge of defeat? I’m a demi-god But is that enough to prevail? No!! I must fight for myself, My creativity, And my voice? HELP ME JACK KEROUAC!
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Apr 25, 2012
Apr 25, 2012 at 11:10 PM UTC
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