The Artists callA Poem by Ric Miner
F**k, I got stuck
In The land of the lost Cause, which must've Made me loathe the Artists' Call, knowing I'll destroy what creates Such wonder and awe But am I that big, A god of destruction Running amuck and Taking whatever sticks To the wall? Probably just sick, And tired Of waiting to answer The artists' call. © 2017 Ric Miner |
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Added on October 12, 2017 Last Updated on October 12, 2017 AuthorRic MinerWest Chicago, ILAboutMostly a poet and lyricist. I'd say I'm here because I'm looking for an outlet, and feedback, since my friends are sick of being a sounding board, and I'm pretty sure none of them are Engl majors lol... more..Writing
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