As per, my normal
Got time on my hands.
Completely by design
I don't like the demands
When the clock wont give
An inch, of wriggly finger
To get onto the page
The drifting flitter and flutter
Marking as a sort of oh dear
Pour out not the poor in
Ventalation of this mind
As it waves at those not within
reading my own thoughts
Is not a game of words
I play on the screen
To mirror my own sort of absurd
Left and left, take the know time
It runs on, as go slow the leap
Jumping over, Knot as under
Belted into paradoxical keeps
Mote, and baily type constructions
with foundations, giving the way.
To spot the huge chasms of void
its theoretical opinions who hold sway.
Can't change much, about the cycle
and really should we?
When this is, for this is, as akin
To creating a perfected legacy.
To show, the roots, are the routes
Into the interior past the communicative
Talky talky, as you walky walky
round and abouts the playground active
oh dear, can you not hear?
The void, is not worth your fear.
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