Poetry Salvage
a place for words and abominations
Saturday, March 3, 2012
Block
I sit here poised to render my brilliance
Only out of guilt that I have wasted away
My mind busy with inane thoughts,
Constantly churning and churning
Simple minded and inefficient
I am like a cow chewing it’s cud
I have let myself get stuck here
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