Insane inside my head

Stop doing that and do something useful. I was told. Everyone tells me.

 

 

Useless, she just said.

Stop composing in your head

do something sane instead

of sitting there with blamed

words infesting in your mind

that are nothing but as you find

bits of voice or empty waste

and stink of poor thin taste

earning nothing I call mine

with no money free to buy

my futures all but lie

insane inside your head

oh I wish that you were.....

 

 

oh I wish that you were.....

insane inside your head

my future all but lie

with no money cannot buy

earning nothing I call mine

and stink of poorly taste

bits of voice or empty waste

that are nothing but as you find

words infesting in your mind

of sitting there with blamed

do something sane instead

Stop composing in your head

Useless, she just said.

Author's Note

Thanks Holly for suggesting

Reviews

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. ha ha ! ... sheer genius ! ... amazingly skillfully written ... love the use of repetition ... that's how it sounds ... that constant commentary from those who believe in everything else except poetry ... i have no money these days ... and no commentary either ... it is fun ... has its moments ... though ... eventually ... money shall have to be earned ... one can only stall the inevitable for so long ... and not longer ... a delightful read ... despite the painful moments this is about ... i think you kinda sliced that commentary with your wit and skill ... :) ...

[W.k.kortas]

Well, if you'd be sensible and hide your light under a bushel basket, you'd not be open to such criticism, now, would you?

[Emily B]

for the depths of what use is language?

yet, it's all we really have.