temptor

Going through and putting a second manuscript togehter. Thought I would share one of my simple poems from back in the day when I first began writing.


A Bit Busy


Are you ever so busy -

your head has a pinball

battering its sides,

and you're in a hurry,

so hurried, you tell yourself,

"I love you",

or while at a website

with the prompt staring you down,

you can't remember the password

and tell yourself,

over

and over,

"the password is fucker",
"the password is fucker".