when you're just not
inspired that much
or just writing
out of obligation
one tends to just
produce junk
worthless crap
like the poem before
and the one before that
But hell, who's perpetually
hooked into the muse
or always obsessed
with perfection
and finely tuned in
Writing these things they call poems
is just an outlet
for the flow of substandard
horseshit,
that makes up
almost all of my
inventive thinking
a really good ending
could help salvage
this pile of turd
but I'm not capable
of attempting
that right now
Comments
lol
the amount of effort you put into this classic write must have caused many a sleepless night lol..........scribbler
Are your eyes brown too?
Are your eyes brown too?
I think you have found your niche. ;-)
~A
I love the title
as you say sometimes there is a long line of uninspired scribblings, and then out of the dung , comes something worth while.
I think this time your free of the dung heap.
Louise (Lou)