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I just write like a blind man,
Gone insane,
I compose lyrics to release pain,
But pain decided to refrain,
So I write poetry to complain,
…but my pain remains
…so shit stays the same,
Now tell me what you see,
When you read this?
Tell me if my shit is worthless,
Tell me if I need to write less,
To the mindless,
Or if my poetry progressed with success,
Tell me what you witness?
Tell me if this is real mess,
Can you feel my stress?
By the way I digress away from the sentences?
Please tell me if I’m making sense,
Tell me and I try not to play defense,
Throw me your two cents,
And I try not to be dense,
Release my mind muscles, to be less tense,
I welcome your comments with wide open fence,
Nevertheless I hope my poetry keeps you in suspense,
‘Cause I write for you, those sitting in the audience,
My respectful, caring, loving FANS!