PhotocopyA Poem by Dennis ShanabergAn attack on writer's block and all it's dastardly inner-workings
Today, babe, I realized
That all my songs are just copies of me. Screenplay ready Ready to see. Oh come on. There’s so few concepts For me to explore. I’m such a bore. I’ve got nothing left to say. Says, me. Say, me. Say, my name, oh lovely. Cuz’ it’s the sound that I need. It’ll help me breathe. Because I’m having trouble. I’m having trouble. Can’t do that anymore. Oh baby, honey. Be my dictionary. Give me words I need To be interesting. Oh lovely woman Be my dictionary. Give me that word that I need That makes me interesting. Says me. Today, babe, I realized That all my songs have been already done With billboard run And better puns. Oh come on. There’s too little good Left on this planet. Sunshine don’t fit. Clouds of dust that we have bit. Can’t breathe. Beneath. Say, my name, oh lovely. Cuz’ it’s the sound that I need. It’ll help me breathe. Because I’m having trouble. I’m having trouble. Can’t do that anymore. Oh baby, honey. Be my respiratory. Give me breaths I need To keep on with living. Oh lovely woman Be my respiratory. Give me the air that I need To keep on with copying Me. © 2010 Dennis ShanabergAuthor's Note
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4 Reviews Added on January 12, 2010 Last Updated on May 6, 2010 AuthorDennis ShanabergMentor, OHAboutAbout my Life… It’s a preface far too long For anyone to read. It’s growing longer everyday. Filled with love and laughter, life and greed. more..Writing
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