I fear this poem
is in poor taste,
or worse that it’s
a complete and total waste
both of time,
and of rhyme.
I don’t want to say it
but I’m not gonna lie.
The truth of it is,
the reason why
I wrote this poem
was just to fill space.
It began without meaning.
It ends in the same place.

A very honest poem, to say the least…
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It’s been that kind of week.
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LOL! This is on point. People often find that difficult to take.
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We all have to do something between the cradle and the grave.
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