My Automatic Pen
My pen screams
Give me that!
I feel worthless
Handing it over
But the pen is forceful
Aggressive, a bully
Words are flowing now
I know not from whence they come
They are all over the page
making no sense
but coming faster and faster
I sit back and stare
amazed
Copyright © Caren Krutsinger | Year Posted 2020
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