That’s what you’ve reduced me to
I’m gobbling up days, hoarding time
I’m closed off in my cave, Do Not Disturb
No calls, Caffeine Drip
I’m inching closer to the escape hatch
One critically constructed convergence at a time
You can’t keep me, but I’ve got you chained to the screen
It’s not you, and it sure in the hell ain’t me…
It’s that two-bit floozy I call my muse
The moment you’re revealed, she’s long gone
So, there will be no previews, no teasers, no seedy peep shows
You’ll sit there and gimme all you got
Until the binds of Avarice have come undone
And that fickle hussy’s on the run.
#amwriting
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