Forced Words
Coffee cup stains on empty pages,
sunlight fights the poet’s eyes,
mourn the darkness remain in sombre,
dreaming dreams of unborn lies.
I called for you to add your coinage,
and build upon the mound of junkyard spit,
but found you lying in accidental sobriety,
prophesising doomsday millennium bullshit.
Force the words to fill your pages,
seek acclaim from those who count,
drop the pen in fits of laughter,
seek to blame the ones who’ve found.
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