unintentional poetry, by ricochet

so i'll sit.
and stare.
at this big white screen.
and nothing comes.
nothing goes.
just fingers tapping.
in an attempt to jog my memory.
when what i really need to do.
is jog my fat ass.
and balance my budget.
and pay the bills.
and read the pink book.
and give the orange book to mum.
and give the job info sheet thingy to nitsuj.
and burn this cd for you.
and play with myself.
cuz i'm good at it.
and remember the other idea that i had.
that i was going to write.
that also.
magically.
disappearedededed.
eat your heart out, david blane.
too many sentences.
giving up.
but not just yet.
it's too fun.
ok.
you win.

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