*Avoid of me,
yet it spills forth from my poetry.
Each letter is formed from
my wicked mind,
whipping and lashing
at your growing need for more.
I write poetry,
not to entertain you
but to watch you ask for more.
I a minion to my pen,
scratch and smudge my ink across
your computers screen.
Fingerprints of a poet,
are not well deserved,
bypassed by you
for one word can do.
A poet I am,
a painter of word’s,
an entertainer of sorts.
I just love playing with my word’s.*
© 2017 By Amanda Shelton
Oct 21, 2017
Oct 21, 2017 at 6:13 PM UTC
*Avoid of me,
yet it spills forth from my poetry.
Each letter is formed from
my wicked mind,
whipping and lashing
at your growing need for more.
I write poetry,
not to entertain you
but to watch you ask for more.
I a minion to my pen,
scratch and smudge my ink across
your computers screen.
Fingerprints of a poet,
are not well deserved,
bypassed by you
for one word can do.
A poet I am,
a painter of word’s,
an entertainer of sorts.
I just love playing with my word’s.*
© 2017 By Amanda Shelton
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