Wednesday, May 15, 2013

Not-much-time-to-write-it Poem


Something quick
Needs to be done somewhere.
I aint sayin where,
Maybe here or there
Or everywhere,
In the nick of time.
God, I’m writing rhyme.
Everything is overdue.
It’s a whole slue
Of things not paid,
Consequences need to be weighed
Which Peter to rob
Till I get a decent job.

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