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Saturday Morning Lazing
I've not yet risen from my bed
Chose to write poems instead
The stranger contests I attempt
All N/As I can pre-empt
Why do I try and top the chart
To what avail, why risk my heart
I'm clearly hooked on pats on the back
To give me confidence that I lack
Win or lose it shouldn't matter
As I tap out reams of poetic chatter
The prompt somehow inspires a word
Regardless sometimes of how absurd
I write too much about abstract thought
Ignore advice that I sought
Loop around with the same debate
Wondering if this is the real conscious state
I could go on but I need to charge my phone
Eat some food, not leave dog alone
Everyone is happy, so that pleases me
4% left, time for crumpets and tea
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