Addict with a Pen
I have an addiction
My fix being these words
That I scribble
For any and all to see
My fix is not injected
Nor smoked,
For my instrument of intoxication
Is
My
Pen
I itch to express myself
Need to get my fix
Right here and now
So join me on my trip
My high
My rush
For I am doped
And now,
So are you.
J.S.
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