Oh how I do not feel like writing when I am told to
when I told to use punctuation and to make sure my sentences don't spill over with the wine of words that I drink like the blood of Christ
Oh how I do not feel like being told that I run on
and on and on! Ah how I feel captive in my own art!
Should I perform a lobotomy on your class
and teach it myself?
I do not wish to! That is your muse, that is what speaks to you!
So leave me mine, leave my own
for to lose the fruitful grapes of my words-my multitude of words-
means I will surely starve at your hands
and I do not think either of us truly wishes that