like, BOOM!

No, I will not write for you.
I refuse to do the stuff you choose.
If you could do what I could do,
then you would not ask me to.

Go ahead then write. I’ll wait for you.
Give me your best stuff from grade two.
“Roses can be red and violet’s not blue.”
There’s nothing that’s profound in you.

My dark ship sails right ‘cross look like, BOOM!
Monsoon grips at the stuff you choose.
Peaceful waters come again soon.
If you could just not ask me to…

…Stuck on this island chewing a shoe.
Aching from sunburn, likely grade two.
“Roses are red. Violet’s are blue.”
I’d give anything to write for you.