Words
streaming from my quill
Tumbling
over in their haste
To
be the first past the post
Not
a letter to waste
Frolicking,
tripping over, in glee
Weaving
their webs of fantasy.
Who,
I ask, is the one to blame
That
mussed up my orderly existence
Castles
burning, fireman's phone ringing
Madding
me in its persistence.
O
what ails me, this curious affliction
No
doctor here claims jurisdiction!
Waking
dreams, scattered wits,
Dear
me! What a pity
But
better be slain by poetitice, I say
Than
perish of creative depravity!
Please
send forth a prescription to alleviate the symptoms of this contagious
addiction. .....
MS
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