(20 minute poetry)
All fine this time though next time who knows.
I am Stuck inside a rhythm,
is there a name for that?
A schism?
and would they name it after me?
I want to be famous instead I am nameless
one of the drones which society
in their kindness homes,
they give me employment and say it empowers me,
but there's little enjoyment and
I get little of it.
And yet I am thankful that I am not in a bank full
of thieves with a grievance and that is a bonus, it seems the onus is on me to find a middle ground yet still be
Decisive.
So
that's how it plays out
I forget about schisms which are not in the music nor rhyming or rhythms and I lay down and die.
I sit and I spy with this Central line eye something beginning with?
And she thought I was looking at her and the clothes that she nearly wore and the bore sat beside her,
I never spied her at all.
Nov 3, 2015
Nov 3, 2015 at 8:42 PM UTC
(20 minute poetry)
All fine this time though next time who knows.
I am Stuck inside a rhythm,
is there a name for that?
A schism?
and would they name it after me?
I want to be famous instead I am nameless
one of the drones which society
in their kindness homes,
they give me employment and say it empowers me,
but there's little enjoyment and
I get little of it.
And yet I am thankful that I am not in a bank full
of thieves with a grievance and that is a bonus, it seems the onus is on me to find a middle ground yet still be
Decisive.
So
that's how it plays out
I forget about schisms which are not in the music nor rhyming or rhythms and I lay down and die.
I sit and I spy with this Central line eye something beginning with?
And she thought I was looking at her and the clothes that she nearly wore and the bore sat beside her,
I never spied her at all.
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