Inopportune Poems

Poems tend to invite themselves to my mind When I’m supposed to be doing other things Like homework, driving, or paying attention in class My creativity flourishes The need to write consumes me I can't let the perfect palabras Waste away simply because I'm on the clock My inner poetess would be pissed I must give in to her and these poems They are the only things keeping me sane In this dry, monotonous routine