Casting Couch
How frantic my antics when I'm in a panic-
my thoughts alone could sink the Titanic!
Hassled, frazzled- razz-madazzled
when I feel so well and Manic!
Taken for granted, a Life enchanted,
and gifts of Art, by God implanted.
Confuses the Muses with makeshift excuses-
my trembling Mind, thus reprimanded!
For sloth, for laze, for lost ambition;
for languid lax, these poor conditions!
I feel punctured at this juncture-
Overwhelmed by such attrition...
Discerning my yearning, but also learning
that life affords but one audition.
Copyright © Just That Archaic Poet | Year Posted 2014
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