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Comfortable Percentages
By No Real BalancePublished 2 years ago • Updated 2 years ago • 1 min read
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The second-to-last poem.
I am so done.
I never want to verse again.
I'm out of words, nothing is left
As for now, I'm checking boxes, stretching
word limit
Who invented this challenge, anyway?
Poetry is the most UNCOMFORTABLE venture. Certainly, for a scientist.
But I did the homework. Studied it all in preparation
Then I wrote, one poem for each day of 40
Now, only two left
Today. Tomorrow. Go back, count.
Then I'm finished.
Hands out in resignation.
Fuck comfort. Fuck poetry. Fuck teaching.
Fuck fuck fuck fuck will this get past censorship?
Don't matter.
Ain't nobody readin'.
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About the Creator
No Real Balance
Reluctant Writer. Teacher.
Hawking vocal contests for love letters.
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