writing, song-writing, sculpting, dance

Scribble- scratch!

Throw in trash.

Pick it back up,

Insert being drunk

This is modern song-writing


Trip, flop

I should stop:

Got no groove.

Invent own moves!

This is modern dance


Flicker, flash,

Room's gone black.

No light to see,

Doesn't stop me!

This is modern sculpting.


Groan, sigh

Nothing to write...

Found this in trash,

One more rehash

This is modern writing

The End

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