Cheap phrases
on public property
are all
I am good at
My words of wisdom
are seen only by squirrels
and they are
not much for talking these days
My flaky brain
couldn't pay attention long enough
to write the next
great american novel
A few words
strung together
with the precision
of a moth
They die before they get
a chance to be born
My thoughts are slippery
like socks on the tiled floor
at 2 am
As I put off writing this down
Author notes
I am not happy with this right now so I thought I would get some serious constructive criticism on it. I wrote it at 3 am. It's not an excuse. just giving this thing a context. xD
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