His Next Few Pieces Poem by Eillio Imbasciati

The scripted skipped,
Back to wrestling with words that flow intermittently,
Such a dilemma responsible for his saturnine attitude
Some call out 'prank writer, prank writer' when then see him on the streets,
At the malls and in the halls
Others believe he's playing dumb about being smart,
But really, he is stuck in a rut
His trepidations spoil his writing experience,
Those variable and distinct personas at friction with each other,
The grief only ceases when he pens his next few pieces