As I sit here staring blank.
It’s like going to the bank.
You think you can make
Me write this poem.
Although your succeeding.
I know what you are thinking.
I am making him write this poem.
Well I will counter your thoughts
And make you learn the waltz.
Because I’m still refusing.
To let you be succeeding, in making me write this poem.
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