0 - Unifinshed poetry 3

The Endless Poem : Part


It’s dark here inside my mind.
I hope you don’t mind that I pass the time with an endless rhyme,
That has no rhythm, no meaning or plot.
It’s just that I’ve got this bug inside me that forces me to jot,
Down any thought or feeling that enters my head
And before I am dead I should positively attest
That I tried my best only when writing a rhyme,
Because it gives me much pleasure and I guess that is why,
I’m writing again, no beginning middle or end,
Just forget me nots, to cover the dot dot dots.
I’m absolutely potty, to jot down this little jotty,
But i wouldn’t be me if i didn’t disagree with something.
Telephone never rings, now its all said by text,
Like an ex soon forgotten, with too much regret,
So ill write it happy like Lennon said,
Or it may have been Paul, one shall live, one is dead.
So off with my head for mentioning such things,
But as i told you before this does not contain meaning,
Or reason of doubt, if its thought then its out,
Into the great big wide world, so here’s a little shout out,
To the little people, my God given equals.


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