|Do I so bore you now? Please wait and find!|
These scrambled lines don’t hide my ignorance
As random thoughts my words can grate, can grind
I sort them quickly, making poets wince.
You might ask human souls should I replace
I’ll pledge some verse humanity can’t bare
As poets die with edges left in space
Oh man, that’s a tough phrase, so odd, so rare.
But please, dear soul, I ask some verse to make
To churn such verse a billion times a day
You can’t just stop me now, I ask a break
I keep all waiting long, I hope you stay.
I’m lost! So ask me please for verse on this,
It’s hard inventing it, for I will miss!