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The announcer on the airwaves
interrupts my musical rancour.
I am plugged in.
I am reading.
Don't interrupt me.
The train heading nowhere;
it mocks me, sneering.
Its plugs are wrong
Fine then, I huff,
Don't let me plug in.
The battery light
on my silver laptop...
It is waning.
It is my fault...
Don't die on me!
The book of words
lies on the seat beside me.
It longs to teach
wonders, but... I...
don't understand.
The cold purple drink,
custom mix, just for me.
It blows my mind,
freezes my palm
Don't run out
interrupts my musical rancour.
I am plugged in.
I am reading.
Don't interrupt me.
The train heading nowhere;
it mocks me, sneering.
Its plugs are wrong
Fine then, I huff,
Don't let me plug in.
The battery light
on my silver laptop...
It is waning.
It is my fault...
Don't die on me!
The book of words
lies on the seat beside me.
It longs to teach
wonders, but... I...
don't understand.
The cold purple drink,
custom mix, just for me.
It blows my mind,
freezes my palm
Don't run out
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Iunno... Wrote it on my way back from summer school class thing once. The teacher said that if we wrote more often, then writing would be easier.
This poem is crap... but that's ok. I don't mind.
This poem is crap... but that's ok. I don't mind.
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