The curse of a writer is to write.

To see the world in black and white.

To care not about the font, but if the font got through.

But that ink pen, it taunts you.

Wraps itself around, you like a snake.

Now this boa constrictors constricting your body.

Conflicting your mindset when they say "It's a hobby."

Your anger it flickers their snickers are sloppy

But you said in the lobby you would hurt nobody

But the anphibious ink well aids at your curse

Its grasp is unbarrable and it kills you first!

Yes my head burst but I dont need a hurst

My blood spills on the page and it quinches my thirst.

Now with my life on the line I will live through each stroke

And laugh at everyone that said I was a joke

Hurt people with words as if I were a bully

The curse of a writer is to give yourself

Fully.