Just don't try poetry

Or soon you will see

You'll be tapping your feet

To an imaginary beat

It's the writers curse

We're all slaves to the verse

And all the world will stare

As you talk to the air

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Craft invisible tunes

As if they were magical runes

Write lines in your skin

To summon the world within

Plots divide like a gorgon

Ideas breed like a light left on

When you just want to sleep

Then you know you're in too deep

But no fear and no fuss

Now you're one of us.