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LADIES AND GENTS, POETRY!
My brain cells depleted by rhythmically thinking.
Made worse by no sleep and old age.
Dear synapse please fire for this poem I'm inking.
Haphazard the choice of the words I am linking.
Friend, come May, please cover my cage.
My brain cells depleted by rhythmically thinking.
Muse inspired well spring was once overflowing.
Now sputters barely trickling in place on the page.
Dear synapse please fire for this poem I'm inking.
Heart and soul naked myself overexposing.
Reluctant to tap my big barrel of rage.
My brain cells depleted by rhythmically thinking.
Resorting, en fin, to nonsensical rhyming
Lada lada weeda quoth the Vada va Vage.
Dear synapse please fire for this poem I'm inking.
Prone to hyperbole, incessant kvetching.
Not so subtly admonished to act my own age.
My brain cells depleted by rhythmically thinking.
Dear synapse please fire for this poem I'm inking.
Made worse by no sleep and old age.
Dear synapse please fire for this poem I'm inking.
Haphazard the choice of the words I am linking.
Friend, come May, please cover my cage.
My brain cells depleted by rhythmically thinking.
Muse inspired well spring was once overflowing.
Now sputters barely trickling in place on the page.
Dear synapse please fire for this poem I'm inking.
Heart and soul naked myself overexposing.
Reluctant to tap my big barrel of rage.
My brain cells depleted by rhythmically thinking.
Resorting, en fin, to nonsensical rhyming
Lada lada weeda quoth the Vada va Vage.
Dear synapse please fire for this poem I'm inking.
Prone to hyperbole, incessant kvetching.
Not so subtly admonished to act my own age.
My brain cells depleted by rhythmically thinking.
Dear synapse please fire for this poem I'm inking.
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