BLAH

Blah Blah Blah Blah I write the crap That no one wants to read Not even those who share my blood. Depressing was the kindest word They offered on my tripe. So who the Hell did I think I was - Some highfalutin' poet dame? No, just a hack at choosing words That paint a dreary picture Of a scene nobody wants to see. Blah Blah Blah Blah Aren't I sorry for little me. Get off your ass and haul the load That what's left of your life will be. ljm

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