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you needn't be famous

to put down your story

the written word only

enhances your glory


my memoirs are done

inspiration has run dry

only a pile of nibs is left

an ink blot mars my tie


its quite a work of art

though I say so myself

my sober chapters will

enhance many a shelf


its been a strange life

u-turns and blind alleys

an excess of aspiration

less peaks than valleys


good intentions aplenty

struggling to the light

watched others mostly

a curious, heroic fight


all but my gravest lapse

the life I holed and sank.

are my pages too open,

should more be blank?


waste basket heaving

many stories scrapped

I struggled to imagine

that bough I snapped


its in black and white

yet how can I let it go?

police would maul me

critics smirk and crow


like the victim, my sins

too must gather dust,

so, a tomb will archive

this monument to lust

archiveblank pageshaptersink blotmemoirsnibstomb

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