A DISCOURSE FOR THE DAY.

I’ve only just recovered my composure

From the previous evening,

And subsequently I’ve been unable to write

A decent line all night;

In fact I’ve had to abandon the piece I was

Working on

As it didn’t hang together that well at all

Because it’s meter was broken,

And I don’t really bother with that stuff

Much anyway,

Preferring instead to flesh out an idea

Or phrase overheard that day,

And use a language more manageable

Than fancy,

And it seems to work remarkably well

For my serenity

Even though viewing figures are down

And comments non-existent;

But that’s not necessarily why I fly-post

It all over my notices,

Or what I struggle to express to the best

Of my ability;

It’s more the fact that what was a hobby

Has become a habit

And one I can tap pretty much whenever

I have something to run with,

And for someone who always got the

Wrong end of the stick

I’m stuck with it until I lose the desire

To explain myself

And the morbidly obese world I find

Myself feeding on.