Ghostwriter

 

I

Shut up your Senpai;

Whiteraven stalking now.

Eat your fingers, nails.

II

Ghosting writing blocks;

nineteen sixty five –

since Linna Rocks.

III

Cleaning the cocks off;

the balls there too hairy.

Hope the bells do.

IV

Doom and gloom gone;

too scared to be a catch.

Nobody plays Me!

V

I wanna face;

clown your funny bones out.

Smile dead enough.

VI

Life in the Void;

crawling over 4^th wall breaks.

Cracking the Matrix...

VII

Thousand words splatter;

confusing Tao with Caching;

Rye Whiskey, stoned.