These days I find that my artistic mind
can’t be bothered with trivial rhyme
so increasingly I
find my plans go awry
and my mind wanders off all the time.
I tire of metaphor
and slink off to bed afore
a verse is completed and scans
and half-done refrains
sit like vandalised trains -
abandoned by Arsenal fans.
Often I’m near to splendid idea
then I’ll throw it away like a quitter
and sometimes all sorts of quite noteworthy thoughts
are just drowned like an unwanted litter.
It seems so absurd to pick a nice word
and to proffer it up so precisely.
I am cynical, bleary, jaded and weary
but I seem to have rhymed this quite nicely!
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Can't be arsed
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Can't be arsed
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Re: Can't be arsed
But you do it so well, so don't stop now.
Enjoyed, as always.
Enjoyed, as always.