I'm in the corner writing shit.
Papers all around where I sit.
Ashtrays full, another smoke lit.
Moved the needle an inch and a bit.
Having thoughts I should just quit.
Trying to create a poem and commit.
Hard to find the words that will fit.
Wanting to find where I put my wit.
Getting tired, time to just submit.
Writing shit,
I sit,
smoke lit.
In a bit,
just quit,
and commit.
Will fit,
my wit,
just submit.
This
Is
It
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Author:
Maplespal (Pseudonym) (
Offline) - Published: June 25th, 2024 04:21
- Category: Unclassified
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Comments2
Well, I didn't like it because you couldn't write!
lol
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