i don't want to write
i don't want to pen -
idly she lays beside my sword
the battle of a writer's plight
if ancient poets beseeched Greek gods
i petition the Saints to up my odds
and count beads of a rosary cross
to no avail - the words i've lost
my mind has turned into a ball
big and red i bounce around
the confines of my blockhead skull
ricocheting four-square walls
oh! how i dream of better days
when January's filed away
in a cabinet without a key
my stake's cast with February
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the month is young, but i feel like i'm off to a bad start. and so much for a new year. February'll be just dandy, i'm sure.
heh. mark your calenders, folks! my birthday is January 24. i turn 19. yay.
Pap
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