AM A POET

AM A POET NOT AN ASYLUM
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Only my pen could explain
Cuz my note strips were plain
I pen down all time my pain
I dwell rhythmic lines like rain
But am not insane....


I whisper phrases enigmatic
They thought am chanting a magic
Am locked up in a psychiatric
My voice lost its sounds static
Am not a lunatic....

Am a poet with adequate wisdom
A king of its own region
My pen could stand as my witness
My note could reps my evidence
Am not an asylum....

Tell this blonde nurse
I need no more an awful injections
Am perfectly okay....,Dear surgeon
Please stop this painful bludgeon
Am a poet not an asylum....

©THE_MAGIC PEN
#Iamteazhy

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