Simple thoughts misguided, with a verse, or two, Derided, The Poem is off-kilter, And got through my verbal filter.
I am either a Writer, or am I not, Opens the Stanza, of my literary plot, Use the Word, And make a World, Void Synapses, Rhyme gets Whirled.
Til-
Less again,
Fewer Frens,
Time Collapses,
Edited by fountain pens.
Simple thoughts misguided,
with a verse, or two,
Derided,
The Poem is off-kilter,
And got through my verbal filter.
I am either a Writer, or am I not,
Opens the Stanza,
of my literary plot,
Use the Word,
And make a World,
Void Synapses,
Rhyme gets Whirled.
Til-
Less again,
Fewer Frens,
Time Collapses,
~~Edited~~ by fountain pens.
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