I'll cut off my ear for you dear, but don't gogh.A Poem by Stephen Norton
I'm not a word smith
I don't strike iron But irony strikes me Pretty peculiar The lines I give birth to Full of wisdom Yet I don't heed I craft my rhymes with a whittling knife Form a pencil, stab myself in the heart, then write I bleed on to this canvas With each beat squirting splatter You could finger paint a red Picasso But face it, your frame can't hold this much gray matter
© 2015 Stephen NortonReviews
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