Never Write Honestly? (Apparently!)

(Your attention please: The following poem is a JOKE;
please do not attack nor analyze me! Thank you! +Stevie)

So many have said so much about me
I cannot write anything anymore
Without imagining how it will be
To be lectured until I start to snore

The super-duper patriots moved on
Giving up on me no doubt as hopeless
I rejoice at this relief I confess
But here where it is darkest before dawn
As I wait for my last book to be born
I shudder to anticipate the morn
And the scrutiny of shrinkadoodles
Should I post a poem on OthersPen

Only my three kids and Freddie Noodles
Understand me I guess and get it when
I write from my heart (which I was taught was good)
And practice my art (now so misunderstood)

Dear analysts: calm down! As I leave town
For a little rest I wish you the best
(And before anybody else has a cow
I must struggle to write something silly now)

I will try to keep my feelings to myself
And shut them up in books for a dusty shelf

+Steven Curtis Lance



Copyright MMV

LMAO
steven mrrr...
you joke in a serious way
I like it
If you didnt write that thing at the top I would prob. actually think you were leaving us
*tear*

xooox
Nikita

Oh, I could never leave this place! This is home!

No, I was just making a point at AuthorsDen. Thank God, it went very well, they all got the message, and nobody got killed. Business!

Over there, if you post a poem, everybody analyzes the poet, and not the poem. That bothers me the way it works out. But it turned out to pretty much be this one lady with some rather odd beliefs (and maybe a little crystal meth, as well?). No worries: all fixed now. And we got a nice lady over there today too, a brand new one.

But this is my real home. I always get tempted, and wander off and do other stuff, and get honors and stuff here and there, but this is the place. We haven't even had any mean people lately (Mean People: Hi. How ya doin? Thank you with all my heart for not being mean lately. I really, truly appreciate it. It hurts me when you are mean. Thanks again.).

Anyway, I love dark poetry, and those people at AD always worry whenever I go dark on them. Geez, people; darken up already!

Ah well. All is quiet tonight. I think I am OK.

What I meant to say back there somewhere is how I love how dark your poems are. Hey Hey loves them too, and his opinion really means something. I love that guy; he's the greatest.

Thanks for being so nice. This is kind of a specific poem, but it worked; it got my message across where I wanted it. The next one is better.

I think I will go for a walk, and maybe I will come up with something really good. My favorite time of day, as Lauren Bacall once famously said, is night.

Love,

+Stevie

I love the nightlife
I love to boogie
on the disco fuhloooorrrrrr.

hope your walk was productive