A Non-Written Poem
written by: Jack Wolfe Frost
I’d write a poem but procrastination gets always in my way,
So I sit here on my butt, idly watching the time go away,
Crazy yes that’s me.
Perhaps I’ll (one day) get my guitar and then a song I’ll play,
But social media has to be done so I can get through the day,
My mind gets very active and sometimes it starts to think,
So I must grab my phone, immerse myself before I downward sink.
I need likes.
My neck is bent at an angle, I’m almost getting there,
To the point where default stance is always downward stare,
But time moves on and this poem I think, will not write itself,
And probably just the idea alone, will stay upon my shelf,
You never saw this.
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