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A Non-Written Poem

written by: Jack Wolfe Frost

@JackWolfeWriter

 

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,
Truth!

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.
(Please).

My neck is bent at an angle, I’m almost getting there,
To the point where default stance is always downward stare,
Ring, ring!

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.
Did you?

Jack Wolfe Frost

Jack Wolfe Frost

Jack Wolfe Frost is the Eternal Rebel; he rebels against everything which may have the word “rules” or “behave” within it, whether explicit or implicit. Born in Sheffield, UK, in 1956; he first started writing in 1982, as a hobby--dreaming that perhaps one day he might try and publish something. In his working life, he has enjoyed success in many diverse areas, including running his own company twice. Now older and wiser, he has once again taken pen to paper--looking for conformity to smash and rules to break…
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