On the 6th of Jan televised, the sham a bigly in-your-face scam fleeced with sub'flim'inal flam orchestrated by a rotter damn swamp fillin politician so lackin in confidence; man refusing to concede his place in history by riling up a fan base of idle worshippers
He says to me, "Oldtimer, spend less time spewing such long winded drivel and you'd have more poems than me after all the years you've been registered at this poetry website"
I says back to him, "Sonny, if only you were more observant, you'd know that I do have have more poems than you because I've been sharing others here under additional pseudonyms you're not aware of, which I've personally never kept ...
If a watched pot can never boil does a watched wind-up watch ever recoil?
Normally, I wouldn't give time the time of day but the LED clock display is randomly blinking lately as if signalling for my attention informing me that perhaps I am presently too obsessed with the overall concept
Well, I wouldn't be if it'd stop that darn flashing
On the other hand . . .
it simply could be a personal warning: I'm not long for this Earth;