I'm trying to write
And not fall foul
To the pressures writers suffer
The demand of the consumer
To write poems of love and nature
Stories of beautiful women
And the heroic men who serve them
I try to best manage my style
The beat, rhythm and tempo
And not be swayed by the fashion
That all other writers seem to enjoy
Their success will not bring mine
Their voice speaks not for me
I need to keep my own
And keep going with it
Write after write after write
Until it works for me
My voice my words my ink
Its a hard task some days
Passing the opportunity
To give in and play along
Like a good little writer
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