4/7/2019
When to my face you confront,
Slow I am to speak.
My thoughts are not apparent,
My ideas you cannot seek.
But when through technology,
My stupidity sometime shows.
Repulsive terminology,
Erupts, I suppose.
Today I am puking nonsense,
Why don’t I shut my mouth?
All previous confidence,
Has decided to head south.
Where has my solid filter gone?
I’m not usually this way.
I feel no one could be drawn,
How long will this stay?
None of my poems have humor,
Why must I write with purpose?
This is such a ******
Will I ever lose my serious?
Apr 25, 2019
Apr 25, 2019 at 4:29 PM UTC
4/7/2019
When to my face you confront,
Slow I am to speak.
My thoughts are not apparent,
My ideas you cannot seek.
But when through technology,
My stupidity sometime shows.
Repulsive terminology,
Erupts, I suppose.
Today I am puking nonsense,
Why don’t I shut my mouth?
All previous confidence,
Has decided to head south.
Where has my solid filter gone?
I’m not usually this way.
I feel no one could be drawn,
How long will this stay?
None of my poems have humor,
Why must I write with purpose?
This is such a ******
Will I ever lose my serious?
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