My Hands Hate the PenA Poem by Matthew KayFor all those who wish a love of writing could be taught.Love the copout
You have to Will is not tied to a fleshy string it is eternal Alive, Undefined
Exalt the delayed
Please Raise the undone, Free to copulate with deed
Defer all discipline
Ratify the wasting away with success, Unite with a love Unfamiliar
Have you done it? No? neither have I
Where's my goddamn trophy
© 2008 Matthew KayAuthor's Note
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