I've always been curious as to what others have to say
But when they try writing it, it all sounds so cliche
Forced and broken, made to rhyme
No sense of rhythm, no sense of time
Line after line all the same words repeat
Get the hell out the kitchen if you can't take the heat
Shut up and sit down
Let me school you, you punk ass clown
This flow just goes to show
You know who controls
The souls of those who pose
I rose and oppose
Against those who suppose
They can so
I will go although
I know you want me to stay
Another day
Want me to say
Something contrary
To popular belief today
But there's no way
I can't betray
Myself, so I'll say
This slowly
So maybe you can catch on
Before I'm gone
Step away from the words before you hurt yourself
Or even worse somebody else
This isn't a game kid, you're playing with fire
I know you envy me and to dreams you aspire
But please for the sake of those who can write
Don't waste more words tonight
I'll use them for good
You'll use them for firewood
What a waste
And when you're left with that burnt taste
Of great thoughts in your head but the wrong words on the page
Gallivanting around like a clown on parade
You'll realize what you've done and regret it tremendously
So please just leave the writing to me
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