in my mind
i wax hysterical
and wane lyrical
but what you see is
is me drooling half formed words
upon humanity
in my mind
i flow poetical
and ebb noetics
what you see are gibberish
producing lips
in my mind shakespeare
my apprentice
longfellow, a dabbler
i am the king of rime
what you see...
an overzealous eejit
with a propensity to string
words together in an underwhelming
rhyme...
May 21, 2014
May 21, 2014 at 3:00 PM UTC
in my mind
i wax hysterical
and wane lyrical
but what you see is
is me drooling half formed words
upon humanity
in my mind
i flow poetical
and ebb noetics
what you see are gibberish
producing lips
in my mind shakespeare
my apprentice
longfellow, a dabbler
i am the king of rime
what you see...
an overzealous eejit
with a propensity to string
words together in an underwhelming
rhyme...
i actually wrote this about my own poetry....the way as poets we can feel about our work. some times great about not so great a piece and sometimes horrible about a piece others adore..
it was not aimed at any one else AND NOR SHOULD IT BE that is not how i roll.
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