I live to write
Or should I say I write to live
It’s vital to my existence like breathing
So I feel like someone’s teasing me
When I have a pen in hand
And paper in front of me
And I can’t write
But this is no one’s writer’s block
I’m just locked in this classroom
With this lecture
From this professor
That I don’t want to hear
And I fear that I’m going to lose it
Not my mind
But these rhymes
That flow from the tips of my fingers
And I could wait but I don’t know
How long their gonna linger
And I don’t wanna lose them
So I’d rather be writing instead
Make room for more
By taking these words out my head
But this teacher keeps going on and on
And all I wanna do is write this poem
But his long winded words won’t let me
He’s driving me crazy
And this is my therapy
I know I should be listening
But instead I’d rather be writing
this is how i always feel, lol. good job!
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