Poetic Thoughts Killed By Bureaucracy

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For the person who gets dragged down by society and feels they can't tap into inspiration. You can always tap in somehow.

Today I met a storm, and It washed away my muse, It left my mind dripping thoughts, In an ocean, to drown in blues My tender became too steep, Became the obedient moan, Became a ferocious lost “Yes” That slowly turned to stone. I’m now a parking violation, A brief interval in the way, I’m now a wonderfully weak dot From a pen to destroy each day.

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Edward Mccall

Date: 9/10/2017 8:22:00 AM

Good morning LewisI know how it feels to have your muse crashed into powder. Then to have it swept away by the mindless, heartless, intellectually arrested, self righteous janitors of the world. Those who feel it's their job to sweep away that which has been created that they themselves cannot create. It's pure jealousy my friend don't let it bring you down. Stand tall and let your muse echo loudly.