My mind changesSometimes I start writing something And then change my mind Erase it all Then wonder what ifMy mind changes
Did I just erase the greatest poem of all time
Then I remember that it clearly wasnt And I start on a new mediocre poem
18Eighteen years old Eighteen years bold I knew it all for gods sake I had the iq to corroborate Oh the places I was gonna go The worlds a volcanoe about to flow I wish I remembered what time it was On the day the bee lost its buzz When the bird lost its flutter When the cow lost its butter Nineteen years old My hand about to fold When the light turns yellow Am I supposed to stop or go Am I supposed to say yes or no Am I supposed to already know The worlds an apple about to die I wish I rememered when I got it right When the equation made18
WellWhen I was in high school My first english teacher saidWell
A poet writing Will spend A year A whole year
Working About nothing but Attaching EMPHASIS Where they want it"
No wonder poetry is Boring Simple things work Silly things dont
Nobody cares about poetry Because
Some stupid person Spent a year
Well I dont know Maybe I'm wrong
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