Ranting and raving, no words am I saving…

Can’t can I drag myself from sight,

Of this machine called a computer,

I write on and on into the night,

I try my best to write only what is right…

The sun out now, it becoming quite bright,

A black lab out for a run,

Beckons to Rufuz, come out and have fun,

But his dad does worry, can’t let Rufuz run in the sun,

Have to wait do we till the first snow flurry…

My desire to write, curbed by my lack of muse,

Better for me to just get ready for work, you will excuse,

Tomorrow I am off from work, a day’s pay I will lose,

But more time for me to write or go to church to sit in the pews…

This poem about nothing in particular,

Just speaking to the self and you, something to do extracurricular,

I am much better at writing when driving my transference of the variety vehicular,

Standing tall do I, most perpendicular…

Just ranting & raving and generally not saving,

These words to reuse and abuse, nor am I craving,

Time does pass while I do write; at least I am not misbehaving…

                © ed ~ 10/28/04