Me, at 13

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Reflections On Life,
To Be Read Aloud,
With Much Enthusiasm,
Or Not At All.

Aaaaarrrgfhhhoawwww!!
Ok, better now.

 

When words fail
to intrigue me
I’ll stop doing things
like rhyming squeegee

 

To rhyme, just for the
hell of it?
I’d rather be
celibate!

 

 

Here I am…

this is life?

.              am I just to be
.                 society’s
.                     sacrificial lamb?
Damn.

 

 

Once I become unhappy writing,
yet still do it,
I’ll think of myself
as a poet.

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