There's only so many ways
To twist words on a page
There's only so many jobs I can do
Without a pay or a wage
There's only so many letters
And only a limited space
Yet I know I can start over
This isn't a game or a race
I can delete all I've done
In a rage I cannot endure
Yet writing these simple words
Is better than any cure
So I will not edit for you
Or change any of the script
And if I ever disappear for a while
You will know why my heart ripped
Simple words from a simple mind
In punishment I bow today
Two more poems are needed
Yet I'm speechless with much to say
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