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I've Got A Pen
I've been dealing with the fluvid,
And boy, it's hit me hard
I was out and about last week,
When it caught me off my guard
My eyes had veined a fire red,
When it took me by surprise
All I could do, is to be its slave,
Until it's germ that's in me dies
Three days thus far, my skins, like- prune
I've been forced to hum the Fluvid's tune
Wasted time can't run a faster soon
For me to leave my dungeons' room
My muse had turned a whiter white
And so, my pen...began to write
Fluvid boy, you best beware
Your time will come, and this...I swear
A few more days, 'bout all I'll take
My hands and legs, will no more shake
My ink will dry, and I'll right me better
Just a few more days, till you (sign) this letter
So, hope see you never, Oh Fluvid boy
So sorry, if I sound...so coy
But if you show your flu'ish face 'round me again
You'd best beware- You s.o.b...
I've got a pen
Copyright ©
Charles Messina
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