I’m never at a loss for words
Not morning, noon, nor night
In fact, I have too many here
And they won’t line up right
They toss and turn and tumble ‘round
And spin inside my brain
Like verbal schizophrenia
It’s driving me insane
And so I put them on the page
And slap them ‘round a bit
Sometimes they turn into a poem
Sometimes it’s just bullsh!t
i relate to that, very much :)
ReplyDeleteI can relate....love this Eric! :-)
ReplyDeleteHahahahaha! Love it, love it, love it! :)
ReplyDeletelol! Thanks for the belly laugh, Eric! I've created plenty of bullshit in my day - lol!
ReplyDeleteyes, indeed!
ReplyDeleteaint that the truth! almost as if there is too much going on and it is narrowing it down to that of only which is necessary...
ReplyDeletehey, but BS can be fun too! kind of like sifting through it all to find the 'goods'