Stuck On Poetry

To be or not to be just write poetry, if you run out of paper do not despair there is always a computer somewhere you can tip tap along it’s like singing a song. I can rhyme on a dime but time moves so fast sometimes I run out of gas, I eat snacks while I am creating and my scale in my bathroom proves that, I am truly stuck on this poetry. It is like a drug I can’t get enough I am sure glad it is free, when I think that I am finished and post it online then something comes to mind so, I have to hit the edit key. The edit key seems to be a favorite to me, I try to proof read it before I hit update it and something always tells me you have missed something, Bobby When I get a comment I rush to see what they have said to me, I sigh with relief when I see that they complemented me. To my surprise I hear these words and it puts a smile on my face. It is thanks to you and all your support that makes keep writing my poetry.