there remains no word to bespoken
there's no use to try to cry out or unburden
trapped inside like a captive like a slave
the body and soul gradually turning into a grave
sometimes voices better go dead
sometimes things are better be left unsaid.
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!
4 days ago

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I agree with you 100%
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