Bad Habits
here i sit,
having made a bet
that i could poem
off the shelf;
about what(?)
anything(?)
yes (help myself)
just had a cigarette
(comes to mind)
and in some alloted time
(while i be-sotted with menthol)
i'll write all;
phrase and blurb,
noun and verb,
penned to please
quick as a breeze
the question is should
my words be understood
if there-in be a dis-ease;
punctuation(?)
versus
intonation(?)
(a 'seeming' naught to please)
however, there is hope
within the scope
of script of readers feast,
hints and clues
from which to choose
(the most being the least)
to be smote
by.....another smoke
i'll have to run out of words, or,
by writing of the absurd
for the sake of it,
the shake of it,
turds
got to step out
for a minute
have a bout
with a finite
one less to live
one left to light
Copyright © Sand Blown | Year Posted 2018
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