Tyrannical Pulp
The tyranny of a blank page
As authoritarian as silent sage
You came to them to ease fear, —or
Maybe can't accept absence is a mirr—or.
The tyranny of a blank page
Will send you into a rage
Your words will cut, maul, sear, —or
Remind you of that mirr—or.
The tyranny of a blank page
Romantic freedom turned cage
The dictator speaks, will you hear, —or
Finally scribe, paint, or scream that mirror?
As authoritarian as silent sage
You came to them to ease fear, —or
Maybe can't accept absence is a mirr—or.
The tyranny of a blank page
Will send you into a rage
Your words will cut, maul, sear, —or
Remind you of that mirr—or.
The tyranny of a blank page
Romantic freedom turned cage
The dictator speaks, will you hear, —or
Finally scribe, paint, or scream that mirror?