Write

something silly for today

I sit in my room

staring in gloom

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Oh, gosh, I must have fallen asleep, now it's half past three

I've got to write, I need to write, I look outside, and there's a tree

The thing that strikes me about that tree is. . Wait, I need something to drink

staring at my table, i wonder what's gone wrong

between the time i picked up the pen and now. . surely it hasn't been long

it strikes me fast, oh so suddenly. . s**t, i need to pee

AS I SIT BACK DOWN FOR THE THIRD TIME, READY TO THINK OF PROSE

I REMEMBER SOMETHING DELICATE, RESTING IN A VASE. . MY ROSE

EXCITED TO THINK, TO REALLY THI-. . OUCH, IS THAT A THORN?!

by the time it's midnight there's nothing else to say

all I have is this, to keep the writing bug away

maybe I won't get interrupted this time, when I reach line thr-

screen time limit reached, my phone doesn't hesitate to decree

Author's Note

Pardon my nonsense, as always.

Reviews

[Chris]

Chuckling here... the technological fallback. Who needs pencil and paper when you have a screen and keyboard ...except when it auto-corrects, powers down, or electronically burps your thoughts god alone knows where(?!?) instead of saving. I found this poem to be a common and relevant story.