The scribbling pens make noise like bombing planes
I can only drop F bombs
It’s all in vain
Why must I write so negatively about my mom?
Etch out to remove the first paragraph
It sucks and stinks like a rotten carcass
My letters look like an autograph
This frustration is causing a ruckus
It’s a war and I am loosing
The other students turn in work before me
The feeling after this will be soothing
I write faster so I too can be free
The assignment is tough
I cannot write a sonnet
I hope to finish I hope I have enough
It is like I am running the gauntlet
I’m close now this last stanza is a sign
I turn in the paper and retreat from enemy lines
Very interesting how you use the hectic nature of writing as a symbol of war. Cool imagery.
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