Only In The Smoking Pen

Pen filling up with hopeful writers
Notebooks open with willing hands
Ready to write all their latest stories
Hoping for the promise of one more fan
One might write of pain and torture
One writes of the day's events
One might just earn a million dollars
One might not earn a single cent

Only in The Smoking Pen
Marching to a different tune
Only in The Smoking Pen
Using only words to pay their dues
We all take the chance
Hoping for a second glance
Only in The Smoking Pen

No giving up in a sunset writer
The words are flying on every page
Stories finished faster than they oughta
Writing hard for no real wage
They come in here to be remembered
And they come here to take a stand
They're going nowhere until it's over
Hoping it works out just as it was planned

Only in The Smoking Pen
Marching to a different tune
Only in The Smoking Pen
Using only words to pay our dues
We all take the chance
Hoping for a second glance
Only in The Smoking Pen

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