We all are great writers
We write stories of genres
Everyday writers sleep on a cushion of thoughts
And a pillow of love between their legs
Sleeping in gymnastic positions
One hand on their chest
While the other writing a little short poem.
Writing short stories and novels
Turning truths to lies
And lies to vulnerable lies.
Not all poets are writers
But among the crowd we are of the same sex
We are poets and writers of course but unique in nature.
Prepared to invade pages with inks full of dishonest honesty and irresponsible words
Fifty percent is resplendent creativity
While the rest is an insincere sight of words.
We are great artists too
Quitting pages, linking words, memorizing figures
And letting them down the pipe of the bin.
Indeed indecent and independent.
We are making nature, creating characters.
Writers lose weight
Writers gain weight.
Untimely death gets designed on our troubles
Yes we are writers and each a great muggle.

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