I have given you proof,
What more do you need?
To hypnotise me,
And put me in quarintine,
And stare at me,
While i write my poetry,
You still don't believe,
These poems are mine,
I do not decieve,
You say these poems are fine,
But they are not my own,
I have already shown,
That they are,
I have stolen them,
Tis what you say,
You know the truth,
And it wont go away,
Until you admit,
Until you think there and sit,
Alone for a while,
You say it is good,
Is this a reason for you to be in denial? |
