Nine 2 Noon…

I awake at nine,

And write till noon,

I should end a lot more soon,

But I can’t seem to, lest I swoon…

Swoon to the sound of Rufuz’ whine,

Dad I got to go out, before you do the same,

I then go to work, and worry if he will be okay,

He was only out for 15 or so, yeah he should be,

After all he did poop and piss away…

Anyway, is there an addiction to the write?

As I have stated before in a past poetic of hand, slight,

I must be thusly so, and for this I am for the most part,

Happy and find that I write with a great amount of delight,

But then again I have thoughts, am I doing too much in the light?

And yes you have heard this before and I understand if you don’t,

Leave me any reviews, as you are most tired of advising me, right?

So just chalk it up to my desire to ramble, rant & vent,

I need to do it, even if to myself, sometimes I feel so bent,

But believe me when I say, that I do feel better herein,

When I even vent to the self, before that of my going or went…

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