Whose Idea Was It Anyway
I have nothing to say
I tell myself
Inside my brain is empty
Swept clean!
Nothing being thought
Let alone clever
Then I sense a tension
I know I have walled in
Several thoughts
But it's so neat in my brain
I cannot move any partitions
Thrum thrum thrum
The thoughts are really not the
Containable kind
They are wild animals
They do not play nice
There are no laws about
Caging thoughts
Just sage advice
That can put a sock in it
There isn't a key
I'll address that little issue
When the walls crash in
"Good plan" says empty brain
I consider getting into name calling
But since it's about myself, to myself, regarding myself
It's all a bit mexican standoff
So I let the matter drop
Copyright © Di11y Da11y | Year Posted 2023
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