My Mistress
I have a mistress
And her name is Pen
She draws the feelings
From deep down within
She uses her blood
To bring them to scribe
So people can see
What's hidden inside
No matter the moment
No matter the place
No matter the name
Nor even the face
She has no discern
For anyone here
She commands that I write
And I must adhere
My mind is the motor
That helps generate
Electrical feelings
My words eminate
I sit and I ponder
O'er nature and space
A hideous image
Or beautiful face
Nothing is sacred
Or hidden from light
When ever I sit
And Pen starts to write
Rockman
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