[wolfbittenpoet]

Burn, Burn, Burn
I know not what else to do
I laugh at my own incompetence
Delighting in my striking madness
Dripping ink on pages typed by a typewriter
Older then me by 50 years
I listen to the sound the keys make
Tap,,,tap,,,tap... ching
Page after page after page
Meaningless letters
Go back through and correct
With bitten up pencil
And that G-d damned leaking pen
Fingers stained with progress
Or is it defeat
Murdering innocent words
Give up put it away in closet
Use computer for a while then there's delete
Don't change it now post direct
Only form of courage is hitting send
And even then it's mostly madness
But madness given form
Given breath though little depth
No crime in being shallow
As long as you admit
Now where did I put that G-d damn leaking pen
It's time to bang on the typewriter again