Limited Lexicon
Put on word welfare by the poet gods
They've rationed my "Inspired Insanity"
No one could ever calculate the odds
This blatant act of inhumanity
No longer can I find words to describe
Blue eyes that generate a winning smile
Condemned, left with my profane diatribe
And sentenced as a poet with no style
Yet I am not that easily deterred
My simple lexicon is not a curse
There are so many meanings for one word
This poet still can write a simple verse
It will be rough but surely I'll make do
I might just borrow words from some of you.
Daniel Turner
Copyright © Daniel Turner | Year Posted 2023
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