Oh then let's play the game
Of writing with a frame.
Making it have a rhyme
Not necessarily fine
Just a bit of fun
As am too old to run
My own energy away
In a sweaty and sticky way.
I'd rather use the greatest tool
Error prone believing like a fool
As the working brain
Once you've got it trained
Words pop out imagery flows
Keeping it busy so boredom goes
For this short time of expression
Delights me in the art of digression
From thinking out my own ideas
Or leaking with bitter tears.
©wrennie
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