Though my thoughts are inbred
Inbreeding with one another
This pen is so monogamous
My mind is it's only lover
Giving words that can fill others
With hate or joy
So accurate at documenting Life
Starting at adulthood
Back to a young boy
My mind likes to employ
Thoughts and abstract visions
So this pen gives provisions
To make thoughts concrete
And when cons with deceit creep
Persuading to sign the dotted line
My mind chimes
Then this pen halts
Listening to it's mindful concubine
embraced in true affection
It was love at first sight
An unobscen lust
Making written love day and night
Cuddling in the sun
Ceremony under the trees
Amongst the lillies
Appealing to the slickers of the city
And the hilled billies
Now they've eloped
With thoughts roped
Captured and branded
Bad thoughts reprimanded
They couldn't process children
So they adopted processed trees
Paper
Smelling of Happiness
They are truly loves' vapor
Mr. and Mrs. Write
Endless caressing throught the night
Together through thick and thin
My beautiful mind
And the handsome pen


J. Ameer