Messy

Messy

I must confess,

my brain’s a mess

lost within this clutter;

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books and papers shower my desk

and chocolate makes me wander -

Oh, look! Another wrapper!

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What a shame

to waste this fame

beneath piles of distress.

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Now I clean

so I can dream -

I need some space to think.

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Now I’m thirsty, though, I think -

Water, milk or wine;

which concoction should I drink?

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Thank you for reading this silly poem I wrote in the throes of procrastination and self-sabotage, in avoidance of doing what I know I must do.

And now that I want to publish it – accountability, you know – the Vocal site is down!