I'll never be a bard

I think I was,
Is that because.
I know I was,
Is that because.

I know I was doing nothing,
My brain just wants to split.
Was I writing about?
No that wasn't it.

God this thinkings hard,
Think my mind is in a freeze.
I'm so pleased,
I'll never be a bard.

I feel like a bald man,
Trying to comb his hair
How can I have a thought,
When there's nothing there.



Poetry by Alan J Ripley The PoetBay support member heart!
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Written on 2023-12-06 at 12:27

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thank you for sharing
I like: "I feel like a bald man,
Trying to comb his hair"
2023-12-09


Sameen The PoetBay support member heart!
I agree with Ingvar. Fine soup
2023-12-07


Ingvar Loco Nordin The PoetBay support member heart!
Don't you know that old tale about making soup from a nail? You did it here, and it tastes fine! Lots of nutrition too! That's the mark of a good poet!
2023-12-06