freestyle

i write for free,

like my style is for free,

the word like is never used,

true poets attest to this,

i am sitting next to a freckly,

young thing sighing out loud,

i wish she could say what is on her chest–

out loud.

i am quickly running out of excuse like ;

an accused excuse me miss,

here is my open hands up in the sky,

hammer wannabe you can touch this.

 

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