This Poem Needs A Title Written by Ryan Matthew Writers block the streets Derailing the train of thought My pen is mightier than any word beginning with an "S" I swear that S-Word is a weapon The bride and groom say their vowels Ay! Eee! I owe you And sometimes we wonder why... This is my life-long sentence Fragments of me escape Complex, like a tyrano-thesaurus rex Your similie smiles upon me Your constant consenant And I still need consent. I bet on the alpha My wager so minimum My online pencil wins the e-race I pay, per sheet of paper Chalk it up on the board Consulting your pair of graphs Reading reading the red ink I see we're under the line... I've never felt so bold And that's why I write you these letters © 2011 Ryan Fan Club