I Know i am a Writer
i know I have a writer's hand
it is blotched with so many shades of ink
i know I have a writer's mind
it works well, until i try and make it think
i know I have a writer's heart
it feels things better when they are in print
i know a have a writer's eyes
i can look at this world without having to squint
and i know none of this will get me anywhere
near their idea of success
because people aren't looking for insight
just quick ways to relieve stress
and fast ways to save time
that they'll just spend behind a desk
fattening up their next paycheck
so they can afford classes
on managing all that damn stress
and i know when I can humanity selfish
someone will take it too personally
someone will take offense
someone will take out a lawsuit on my ass
cuz i've never aspired
to waste my life behind a desk
and i'll never acquire
a sense of what will come next
but i can write what i know now
and hope someone someday will know how
to put my words to good use
because our society is so fucked up
and bitching about it is all i really know how to do
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