I pull out pen and paper
To hold conquest
Over concepts
Entrenched inside my brain
I grapple at the barricades
With valiant shout and cry
I look them in their fearful faces
And spit into their eye
I cut them down
Bring them round
Force them to obey
They are mine
Mine I say
To control
Manipulate
Mutilate
At my will and mine alone
I force them onto paper
Hold them there
In the chains
That everyone sees as words
But they are visions
That I have captured
Enraptured
Made into my own
I look at my work
My beautiful work
Oh dear
Oh my
Another useless
Pointless
Piece of fluff
On romance
And love
And stuff

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