LDRAINED AGAINL

                Composed several ditties this weekend,

                Feel the urge just to relax and mend,

                                    But even then,

                I am constantly developing starts & ends.

                How does one stop, once started?

                Maybe like a violent animal I need to be darted?

                To calm my savageness with regards writing,

                I find myself arguing and fighting.

                The self says there is more to write,

                More subjects that need to be right,

                More poems to do tonight,

                Prior to sleeping, but still, I just might!

                Sleeping, working, writing and eating,

                These are all I do anymore, am I right?

                Do I need to give one up?

                But which one, do I cut from my life?

They all give me leisure,

Oh what the hell, I am addicted to this pleasure.

                                        (ed)