Mindless Chatter
I don’t write for you
And I don’t write for me
I write to decompress
From this world of misery
You can agree with
What I’ve got to say
Or you can reject it
And burn my dossier
Some are happy
And some are sad
Some are hopeful
And some are just bad
But these are my words
Which you will never own
It’s what I’ve got to say
You don’t need to like my tone
Music is my drug
Along with my pen
As the paper fills up
I can feel relief again
So love them
Or hate them
Doesn’t really matter
It’s just mindless chatter
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