So yes, it's true
I pretend at poetry
all the words rhymes and lines
cliche and morning dew
I wish I could write real music
a song and a tune that sings
my memories fall short of the reason
just a thought
that reticent words may bring
I want to be like Harry Chapin
or maybe even Don McLean
a ballad for all, and answer the call
nothing bad, or evil, or mean
It's just a wish and dream
I go there from time to time
my mind it whispers, then screams
as poetry proof
of my crimes
Sep 27, 2018
Sep 27, 2018 at 12:24 AM UTC
So yes, it's true
I pretend at poetry
all the words rhymes and lines
cliche and morning dew
I wish I could write real music
a song and a tune that sings
my memories fall short of the reason
just a thought
that reticent words may bring
I want to be like Harry Chapin
or maybe even Don McLean
a ballad for all, and answer the call
nothing bad, or evil, or mean
It's just a wish and dream
I go there from time to time
my mind it whispers, then screams
as poetry proof
of my crimes
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