Headphones on, to dim the noise

Fingers on the keyboard, poised

Words begin to type themselves

Thinking, maybe, I have elves

No, it’s me, who taps away

Another verse, another day

Things are starting to make sense

Thoughts and meanings so intense

Can’t believe my brain’s still going

Now this poem’s overflowing

Enter, comma, too much drama

All this writing’s causing trauma

Blurring letters fall off the page

I’m starting now, to disengage

Eyes begin to droop and close

Maybe I should switch to prose

 

 

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