Could I keep pen and paper
In different corners of the room
They were bound to wrestle
And I their helpless referee
Sprawled on the kitchen floor
Trying to float
Some rap lullaby
To distract them
But it was always a pitched battle
The paper ripped and fetal
The pen scratched out
A lull would follow
Slowly the paper unravel
The pen prepare to tell all
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