This Pen This Paper Poem by Cesar Herrera

First I grab a pen full of ink
Then grab paper those too objects are like a link
While I spill my guts on the kitchen sink
I think of what to write
2 seconds later I'm not stop writing anything that comes up
It automaticly rythmes
On every single line
Writing about things of every kind
Only these things i can create in my mind
Some words can make you blind

This paper
Makes my hate her
This pen
Makes me realize she's ten