Who says we don't have time for this? Oh my, can I resist A poem? That overwhelming continual need To show invention and plant a creative seed For others. Mix it up why don't you come on over Present me with a problem--I know her Very well. Dare I say I no longer need to wait? Crappy, impatient...must I debate Everything always? Here, there, but never complete Fuck this, fuck that, accept defeat As always. And must I relentlessly hope For change and good and happiness to evoke (my)True self? Don't you see you can't go there? Me and no life come as a pair For now. Someone complains you always need more Because after awhile it becomes a bore To everyone. I and he and we thought it would take long But who were we to assume and be wrong About this? It totally seems like long ago I was her and she didn't care and I know That's gone. I tried to hide it in this verse But it looks as if it came through like a curse To haunt.
Reason for writing:
I wrote this poem exactly one yr. ago today. It was the first in a long line of poems...
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