my thoughts, to prosaic
for poetry today.
to many minute,
details in play.
too many red *****
to be kept in the air.
that i must speak,
my words plainly
without, any flair.
today i must,
just plod
ever forward
with out, any fuss
and if by dint
of hard work and despair
i make the end
of the job list,
i get myself there.
only then i suppose
i may sit on my laurels
and begin to compose
but until then,
shoulder to boulder
and grinder to nose.
my thoughts to far prosaic
for frivelous and
self satisfied
wordplay, today.
to this course, i have chosen
true, i must stay....
Sep 8, 2014
Sep 8, 2014 at 4:41 PM UTC
my thoughts, to prosaic
for poetry today.
to many minute,
details in play.
too many red *****
to be kept in the air.
that i must speak,
my words plainly
without, any flair.
today i must,
just plod
ever forward
with out, any fuss
and if by dint
of hard work and despair
i make the end
of the job list,
i get myself there.
only then i suppose
i may sit on my laurels
and begin to compose
but until then,
shoulder to boulder
and grinder to nose.
my thoughts to far prosaic
for frivelous and
self satisfied
wordplay, today.
to this course, i have chosen
true, i must stay....
today...a day of meetings, dull and dry
but important...so must put my serious hat
on.....ihate my serious hat...makes me look
frumpy.
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