Writer's Block
As thoughts scramble within my head
I franticly ramble to get each one read.
The ones I miss as I randomly ramble
Fly in tens and weakly shamble.
On the surface they are freakily evil,
While not far below they cause an upheaval.
At times the pressure has volcanic potency,
While carrying a weight of titanic dormancy.
And if left unchecked could bring deviation,
Then the exact opposite would bring levitation.
Now, since all this is true -- what's left to do?
I guess nothing... What else is new?
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