Untitled for Now
Because I am dull and I don’t shine
They tell me just to get in line
But if I stand and if I wait
I’m not worth half what I am paid
But if I let loose and throw a fit
They tell me I’m not worth the risk
Because I know the words I spit
Drip like honey and taste like $#!*
They want songs about birds and bees
I tell them to go hug a tree
“Write about passion, pain and love”
But that’s not what I’m dreaming of
“We deal in anger and sell heartbreak”
But if I don’t feel it I’m a fake
“It’s not who you are it’s what you make”
I’ve made nothing but mistakes
The people here all get caught
Between the hands of a clock
I just write, but money talks
A word lasts longer than a thought
So here’s my words, as yet, unsaid
It seems tonight my pen has bled
The drippings of my fragile soul
It seems some things just can’t be sold
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