hoping for some verse today
I've written quite a lot.
when I step back and take it in
it's just a pile of rot-
ten self serving stanzas
moaning ' bout the way things are
how I've been done
left out of fun
when, truth be told
the doer's me
sitting in my brooding chair
ignoring all things should be done
and people should be seen
given hand or clap on back
a ready smile a round well done
or just a glad you're here
looking on it makes me sad
and with that thought
another turn round spiral down
the darkness ever near
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