No Answer

I guess it's just the way I write
They sure don't like my rhyming
I think it must, burn their butts
To read my flow and my timing

If there's a trophy for the poet
Who writes the most N/A's
It should look like a giant screw 
And given out per phrase 

I'd bet I have a closet full
Of these golden paper weights
So let me write one more verse
Then see how low it rates
Copyright © | Year Posted 2015

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