No More Poetry
I am done. I am through. I am feeling so free'd I might paint; take a walk or a nap; pull a weed. Either way, I am finished. A free man indeed! No more counting or tapping the beats on my knee. No more searching for words that might say what I need To be said. You know what? I'm all through. Can you see What I mean? I can write but I won't. I'll be me And just sit, read a book. Be a veg. Watch TV. There's no money in it so it's not about greed. I'm no good at this stuff and it makes my brain bleed. So that's it. I'm all done. I've begun to be free. I'm not kidding. I'm through. Just quit reading this screed. Go about your own business and please leave me be.