Poems from Sydney Mower

Maybe I write because I like the feel of it. The click of the keys All the power of a God on a blank page The uninhibited command held in...
It’s so hard for me to see it. I stare at it, talk it through, and analyze it, But I’ll never feel it like you do. And I’m sorry for that...
I put on the cap and the uniform To please the people that give me money. I follow their rules with a synthetic smile To appease the ones...