A writer's best hours
are spent in la la land
away from all the towers
that dot the distant sand
facades ornately grand
away from glass and stone
and the unrelenting din
of those that piss and moan
for another chance to win
although the odds are thin
beyond the structured streets
and the people in a daze
that share unhealthy treats
and always look for praise
like rats in a maze
yes an author's mind will roam
to a place they've never seen
independent of the loam
corralling the serene
to instigate a scene.
Are You Reading Me?
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