The Quill and The Inkwell
are my domain
I was peeking at a new woman, that I knew so well
the floor was creaking, come on let's leave this hell
To this day I could cry, and I know why just let me sit a spell
I said I'd rather be dead than to discontinue my quill, and well
Those are mighty large words to swallow, while you wallow
I'm a writer but I'm am a fighter, and I only get so small-all!
You may believe what you say, but will you back it up ole pal
I won't quiver but do deliver my quill, it's still inside of that cell
They said that I had a monstrous thirst, to take and slake, first
I guess It was a demonstrative drunk, it's all a race well-rehearsed
A man can stand to let a woman, throw such a curse
I've got a queasy feeling in this domain, of my verse
⇛👏👫👃👊⇔😽 ŋiɔø 😺 TØPCAT⇚©
*~W. R. Schaefer Jr.`*.*
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