Shut Up and Write You Miserable Poet!
Shut up and write something for me you miserable lad
Aren’t you a poet? Shouldn’t your words make me feel glad?
Go ahead now, stop staring at me and pen something nice
I want to see the Lilies dancing on crystal looking ice
Oh yes! I can demand you to write something special for me
After all, that is what poets do right? Write a little magic so I can believe
You talk too much, shut up and write I say!
I know your words can put life to a simple pot made of clay
So what now? You don’t remember how to write again?
So all of a sudden your fingers caught arthritis and your joints are in pain?
If you think I will let you go before you write me a poem think twice
And if you think you can to escape me easily think thrice
I need something written by you to stimulate my imagination
I know that a poet’s pen brings life similar to the story of creation
Let me see my shadow hold my hand gently and waltz with me
Let my body take flight and angels hold me up and guide me over the sea
Let the moon come down at my doorsteps and the fireflies form a halo
Put me up to sit on top of the wind and spin me like a tornado
Come now my poet, Can’t you find it in your heart to write me a poem?
I have begged you and plead until my throat have swollen
Here, you can use this special golden pen I bought just for you.
If I don’t get those words I just don’t know what to do
Stop! Stop telling me you can’t write like that under these circumstances
The gun is not loaded you nitwit, But if I didn’t have this I would have lost all my chances
Wait, wait, Stop! Don’t run away
Just to write a poem for me, that’s all I wanted
But now you will never be a free poet, your life has just become haunted
I will hunt you and track you down like a wild beast
No matter your destination, North, South, or East
I will get my poem out of you I swear
I will be like you shadow, like your scent, when you think I am afar, I will be there.
© 2017 Clive Williams