Like everyone else,
I have a to-do list
Write. Edit. Edit some more.
But to get to it
Ah that’s something else
Something I haven’t managed to do quite yet
When will I start?
When it seems so much easier
To compose meaningless poems
Such as this one from the heart
Poetry releases
That which is caught in my throat
Gives it a form and shape
Round. Square. Oblong.
Some definition
So rather than go to a shrink
I sit down to write
Coz it helps me think!
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