As my hand hovers over the paper
My mind swirls with the words that want to come forth
Spewing like toxic waste from my fevered brain
Always I want more
To tell you how it is I feel
But as always I can't have
What I yearn for and telling
Won't bring me any satisfaction
Any audience with you
You'd just run screaming like a madman
Who awakes to find himself buried alive
Stop I scream at my hand
That flies across the paper
But it bears me no heed and
Continues to chicken scratch
The words I abhor
Hated, cursed things
That would tell my tale
That would rip the secret thoughts
Out through my mouth
At this moment I would sever
My tongue and my trecherous hand
That still writed
Unbidden
All my longed for dreams
for all to read
As if I am naked
A freak on display in a
Tacky circus tent
Step inside the barker calls
And stop I yell to the barker
And my hand
That still scratched down the words
As it clutches a pen in it's
Chickens claw





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