Just don't try poetry

  Or soon you will see

  You'll be tapping your feet

  To an imaginary beat

  It's the writers curse

  We're all slaves to the verse

  And all the world will stare

  As you talk to the air

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  Craft invisible tunes

  As if they were magical runes

  Write lines in your skin

  To summon the world within

  Plots divide like a gorgon

  Ideas breed like a light left on

  When you just want to sleep

  Then you know you're in too deep

  But no fear and no fuss

  Now you're one of us.