Are you a poet?
No, not even a wordsmith.
To become a master of the arts
requires finesse and a knack
for telling right things
at the right moments
I spectacularly fail at both
I am just a sloth
muddling through life
like its nobody’s business
what I hide inside
and chose to parade.
My rhymes
disturb and invade
and haunts my unrealised dreams
Thus I vomit them
and they land in ugly, dis-formed heaps
on whatever surface
in whatever order
I see fit.
Me too! I guess that I wouldn’t even make accountant status
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Well, I think, labels and “status” and “place in life” – anything that bounds you to something fixed – is boring anyway 🙂
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