I don't really wanna be here
I don't want another be-er
2 4 6 8, what don't i appreciate
Crickets, everywhere, under pavers, in the grass, at the gate...
They like to chirp when it's dark and late
I flyspray, squash them, such is my hate
They do not know their chirps affect my mental state
They do not know their chirps, on my nerves, grate
They do not know, also, of their own fate! (hehe)
I will keep at them, day in day out, until their chirps abate
Listening to indian chanting music, feeling bit less sore
Om shri kala bhairavaya namo
Good times now, bad times no more
Still just killing time, but mood is better than poor
Just getting bare basics done today, the rest is too much of a chore
These poems portray how i'm feeling over several hours
From having a lighter mood, to times when my mood sours
Sort of like a single twitter post with editable superpowers!
To the music, keep on movin'
To the reggai music, keep on groovin'
Even on days like today, keep on improvin'
Keep on tryin' .. it is only right & behoovin'
Today i have managed adequate stimulation
Mainly in the form of physical sensation
Not enough for sure, hence the daily frustration
And the habit of giving in to temptation
Just waiting for the day to end
No longer then shall i, to this rhyme, append
No more time on it shall i spend
No more adding to what i have "penned"
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(PiP, Poetry in Progress ... < SUSPENDED >)