Frustrated
Elated
Frustrated again
Nothing much ever seemed to happen beween his life and that gnarled Bic pen
Standing at the dinner table, butter-knife in hand, he couldn’t but wonder if all that he had written would, in fact, turn out to be grand
Had his supposedly deft left hand done all it can do
Or were he and his beloved art caught up in an irreversible slew

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