Your Dying Spoue 756 - The Poet

Just for fun...

I’m writin’ all this poetry,

my soul doth wax poetic,

but re-reading, seems to be

a mental diuretic.

Words rush out and find collision

at the gates of brain,

and in their mad indecision

shout to all that I’m insane.

I need them to get organsed,

rank and file, and toe the line,

and not rear back, shocked and surprised

at some rhyming Frankenstein

whose giant mudswept stomping boot

has some new message to impute.

Music from Burt Bacharach, with Something Big. Why not?

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