Stuffed with something you don't bring into words lest its sinful
you have lots to say and lots to express but pretend as a fool
you have the mind of a babe
life is short; time rules the crazy days and nights obey
you are scrutinized and judged here and there
could they see inside you they wouldn't be so unfair
you have a heart inside your chest thumping
in your heart rhythm you hear the sound of a step arriving
yet you keep silent when you got a lot to say
above the horizon Sun ascends as always to let the destiny play.
My Taxing Muse (Limerick)
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I should write, but I’ve nothing to say;Inspiration is waning today.My damn
muse is a pill!She won’t help me untilI’m done filing my taxes. Oy Vey!
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