venting

I hate it when people

Take my history

And ball it up

Crumple it up

Sit it on the curb

To be picked up

Like it’s disposable

Like it’s replaceable

Like it’s garbage

 

It’s my history

And the only price value it has

Is incomparable

To the most costly collectibles

Yet to be created

On this rotating, revolving

Ball of simple-minded folk

 

I hate it when people try to erase me

Like they have author’s rights

To what He wrote

 

sigh

Reviews

[Morrigan Nicole]

Wow, a problem faced by true masters of the pen.