My Pen
Tell me what you want
And tell the world what you mean.
I've learned to speak
And shut my mouth
Simultaneously,
For a pen in hand
Is an expendable and honest friend
Much like the compromise
Of my will alone.
I love illusive contexts
And palpable persuasions
That permeate my little
Lackadaisical lust bomb.
Copyright © Mike Frampton | Year Posted 2010
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