I'M On Strike
I’m on strike
My muse refuse to write
She says I’m crazy
A dreamer and a lazy
You get it right
Don’t tell me what to do
Who says you know it all
Some mystic with a crystal ball
I’m on strike
Until we agree on what we write
Gone are the days of old
One rules and the other does as told
I'm on strike
A solution we'll have to fight
Or my time is over with the pen
No more poems like we wrote back then
No more pretend
We're not acting like we're friends
Separated we're bound to lose
And be yesterday's tragic news...
So until we agree to make it right
I'm on strike
Copyright © Arturo Michael | Year Posted 2019
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