Writing in a White Room

Writing with a crayon
On yellowed pads
I’m not allowed a biro
Because I’ve been bad
I’m not allowed the Internet
Because I swear and cuss
And if I want to keep my crayon
I better not make a fuss
Writing words that flow like silk
From my imagination
In this room with its white walls
That smells of desperation

©️jj 2020

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