Good Intentions
I could say this was a poem about procrastination. But I'll do that later.
When I get out of bed, you’ll be certain and sure
I’ll provide some grand scheme for relief of the poor.
I shall combat injustice, by land and by sea
And the world will rejoice. Just you leave it with me.
When I get out of bed, there are grand things in store.
But not yet. I shall sleep, I think, five minutes more.
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When I finish dinner, I shall end all the wars.
End the conflicts and battles a good man abhors.
And the nations will see a brand new Golden Age
When my efforts release humankind from its cage.
I shall get to it soon, but right now I must dine.
I have promised you freedom. Will you pass me the wine?
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Sometime later this week, I’ll begin the good fight.
Through the strength of my arm, ev’ry wrong I shall right.
Fear ye not, ye good souls, for your hero shall rise
To frighten the Devil with a flash of his eyes.
You can count off the days. Your salvation is near.
Maybe this week. Or next. Surely sometime this year.
About the Creator
Martin Estridge
Occasional actor, infrequent writer, amateur photographer, aspiring electrician.
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