if i die unpublished
make money off of me
use my words to fill
the shelves, between the bindings,
make them sell.
if i grow old and go insane
don't allow me to burn my words
because, not that i'm vain,
but i'm smart enough to see
they're important because
others can feel them--
it's not just me.
if i stop writing
don't yell at me
remind me that words
are unforgiving
but you'll forgive me
if i just pick up the freaking pen.
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