word value

the words within me are asleep

i raise the flag admit defeat

i died the death i knew would come

i’m plumb and jaded, warm and numb

 

there’s no more reason left to write

i shrug the worry and the plight

whether the cause is yours or mine

i’ve lost the need to make it rhyme

 

for all the good that ever does

sometimes one’s art can cause a buzz

but entertainment is the core

and charm is wasted on a whore

 

for relevance is clearly taught

it’s only good if sold or bought

but once the novelty wears off

they toss it to the slopping trough

 

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