Sometimes I Just Write

Sometimes I just write
Across a sheet of paper.
My bed where I lie scribbling
Is my office in a skyscraper:

The laptop shines, the phone buzzes,
The cars go whooshing by;
My pen spits out letters
To build words that don't comply

To any fancy form or shape,
Merely meaningless lines.
I like the way I write though,
It's the way that best defines


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