Do Your Worst

The page stares back at me. 

Trying to make sense from one to another. 

The white, like it needs that ink smudged across. 

Playing these games, i'm done with others. 

Do you see it? Do you know no one wins? 

Of course you don't, you're still playing. 

A tug of war on the backs of the disenfranchised. 

I fiddle with these bold thoughts, I don't need to win. 

You can have the crown, shit stained red.

Take the throne, careful that you're not thrown off. 

The kingdom is yours, this paper is mine. 

You can own the whole damn thing. 

I don't want what you have. 

I don't desire your realm of bullshit.

Let the seasons change, and the townspeople cry.

You can have the whole damn thing. 

This paper is mine, mine alone.

The ink only moves when I beckon.

Your voice, strain it now, knock yourself out.