It's like having a pee-
Once you start
You just can't stop.
Well yes, I could snap my pen it two
But that's not what I want to do.
The ideas are in my head
And they just won't go
Pen or no pen.
Such is the occupational hazard
Of being a poet
You have to be one
To really know it.
After a while
Enough is enough
Your brain will slow down
And switch to other stuff
Like now-hopefully.
The End.
Dulwich Poet 24th June 2013
(I find I cannot just write a poem. It's not something I can do 'to order'. It's just something that happens, sometimes words flow, sometimes they don't.)
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