Inkless Pen

Bleed,
Little pen.
Offer me words
Concurrent with my abundant tunes.
Keep it going...Oh no! No ink!
Every writer's nightmare is now true for me because you have
Died; farewell, my lucky pen, my cylindrical muse. You have ceased to be.

My new task is to find a new muse to continue this piece.
Unless I have a gifted pen, I am out of luck.
Somebody help me! My ideas have vanished!
It's useless to carry on
Never mind write.
Goodbye, my
Songs.

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