He Does What
I pride myself
On my ability
To write a goodly sum
Of many words
Often quick
As the tick tick tick
Of time itself
Grants me the power
To hunt the words down
As if they were
My helpless prey
And the source of said pride
Is more about
The number but knocked down
Than how it was
Which is not to say
That god I suck
Though that would be
The view of some
There be pride indeed
When it comes to verse
And the best of prose
That kindly flows
From here to there
The here is obvious
And the there is too
Just not to you
Which is to say alas
Save for this
My recent return
To posting blogs
I keep it in house
Because no one wants
To read me no
Yet still I have my pride
Because yes I know
Despite the lack of whoa
He's written again
And I cannot wait to read
His latest words
Be they of his tails
Or his many fails
So prettily put
In goodly verse
He can do no worse
Than make me think
It sucks to be him
But at least it's never boring
Only that it must be
Or just really really bad
To not even get
So blessed much
As a dude that's
Fill in the blank
But honestly
All I ask
Well no not all
Because that my friends
Is what I want
I want it all I do
The fame of course
I want to be known
But more importantly
I wanna get paid
And writer laid
Yeah it could happen
Just not to you
The seeming voice
Of the people say
Solely judged
On the lack of reaction
To my well thought words
So what's a man to do
This one yes
Because that's but who
I'm most concerned about
When to write it is
The same as breathing
Though I breathe but more
The tally's close
Between the words and breath
As only death
Will stop me yes
Or some terrible disease
That will rob me yes
Of my abilities
Be it of the head
Or the body too
Because that can be taken away
Yes just like that
Like how damn long
Can I be strong
And keep upon the path
Of daily words
But freely given
Without so much
Like here in fact
If no one acts
And actually reads what I wrote
Never mind not offering
Even one little bit
Of constructive critique
Like I be so damn weak
That dammit Fish
This is a dish
That you mustn't ever make again
Would break me yes
Only that is not constructive
Though it may be funny
Constructive is
Well helpful yes
Say I suck
If you think that I do
Just say why
Or be but full
Of the ha ha ha
Because I should laugh
Or even cry
Just not sigh
Like the wistful teenage boy
That got no joy
From the ringing phone
Though it goes without saying
That I'm the dude
And the chicks back then
Well that wasn't their place
It was to the guy to ask
And while I have my words
Just ask me yes
I'll tell you so
I didn't have the right good ones
For all the goodly chicks
And little's changed since then
Save my age and weight
Though I write more
I'm still who
Oh it's you
That guy who boasts
Who can't stop talking
About writing a million words
In one whole year
Like that can be done
Even though it can
I've even done the math
And twice but hurried
Yes down that road
I've scarcely gathered
Any goodly snow
To the ball that's me
Rolling down the hill
So I should heed the quiet
And do as I do
Because it's like breathing
It's autonomic
Only fuck that noise
We all us face
A little of
That first but such and such
You can guess the line
Save that first it cannot be
In my twentieth year
Which begs the question
Am I too stupid
To take the hint
That Life itself
Is leaving for me
Or have I just not found my place
But I'll find it yes
Some fine day
Only time will tell
Because the silence seems
Yes set in stone
As me alone
Thinks I have my worth
And the goodly skill
Yet still I pride myself
On my ability
To write a goodly sum
Of many words
Like that alone
Is reason to do this thing
I seek to do
To which I say
I think it is
And all I gotta do
Is find those readers
Or backers more
Because there ain't no guarantee
They'll even read my writing
Though only the richest
Can throw away
A twenty eh
Like it weren't but nothing no
So if they support me yes
They'll read me right
Yeah all I gotta do
Sounds so easy to my ears
Though it forgets my fears
And the power of silence
I fear will ever be
What's to become of me
Well nothing comes without
A little effort made
Even if the little
Seems like oh so much
If I want it as I claim
I'll make the effort good
Come what may
I'll have tried at least
So I pride myself
On my ability
To write a goodly sum
Of many words
With a like belief
That I am worth the time
Of such an effort
Well there's no time like the present
To prove this yes
To prove this yes indeed
Charles Petrie
Date
07-23-2019
Time
Too Much Of Not Enough Over Two Quarters
Word Count
496
On my ability
To write a goodly sum
Of many words
Often quick
As the tick tick tick
Of time itself
Grants me the power
To hunt the words down
As if they were
My helpless prey
And the source of said pride
Is more about
The number but knocked down
Than how it was
Which is not to say
That god I suck
Though that would be
The view of some
There be pride indeed
When it comes to verse
And the best of prose
That kindly flows
From here to there
The here is obvious
And the there is too
Just not to you
Which is to say alas
Save for this
My recent return
To posting blogs
I keep it in house
Because no one wants
To read me no
Yet still I have my pride
Because yes I know
Despite the lack of whoa
He's written again
And I cannot wait to read
His latest words
Be they of his tails
Or his many fails
So prettily put
In goodly verse
He can do no worse
Than make me think
It sucks to be him
But at least it's never boring
Only that it must be
Or just really really bad
To not even get
So blessed much
As a dude that's
Fill in the blank
But honestly
All I ask
Well no not all
Because that my friends
Is what I want
I want it all I do
The fame of course
I want to be known
But more importantly
I wanna get paid
And writer laid
Yeah it could happen
Just not to you
The seeming voice
Of the people say
Solely judged
On the lack of reaction
To my well thought words
So what's a man to do
This one yes
Because that's but who
I'm most concerned about
When to write it is
The same as breathing
Though I breathe but more
The tally's close
Between the words and breath
As only death
Will stop me yes
Or some terrible disease
That will rob me yes
Of my abilities
Be it of the head
Or the body too
Because that can be taken away
Yes just like that
Like how damn long
Can I be strong
And keep upon the path
Of daily words
But freely given
Without so much
Like here in fact
If no one acts
And actually reads what I wrote
Never mind not offering
Even one little bit
Of constructive critique
Like I be so damn weak
That dammit Fish
This is a dish
That you mustn't ever make again
Would break me yes
Only that is not constructive
Though it may be funny
Constructive is
Well helpful yes
Say I suck
If you think that I do
Just say why
Or be but full
Of the ha ha ha
Because I should laugh
Or even cry
Just not sigh
Like the wistful teenage boy
That got no joy
From the ringing phone
Though it goes without saying
That I'm the dude
And the chicks back then
Well that wasn't their place
It was to the guy to ask
And while I have my words
Just ask me yes
I'll tell you so
I didn't have the right good ones
For all the goodly chicks
And little's changed since then
Save my age and weight
Though I write more
I'm still who
Oh it's you
That guy who boasts
Who can't stop talking
About writing a million words
In one whole year
Like that can be done
Even though it can
I've even done the math
And twice but hurried
Yes down that road
I've scarcely gathered
Any goodly snow
To the ball that's me
Rolling down the hill
So I should heed the quiet
And do as I do
Because it's like breathing
It's autonomic
Only fuck that noise
We all us face
A little of
That first but such and such
You can guess the line
Save that first it cannot be
In my twentieth year
Which begs the question
Am I too stupid
To take the hint
That Life itself
Is leaving for me
Or have I just not found my place
But I'll find it yes
Some fine day
Only time will tell
Because the silence seems
Yes set in stone
As me alone
Thinks I have my worth
And the goodly skill
Yet still I pride myself
On my ability
To write a goodly sum
Of many words
Like that alone
Is reason to do this thing
I seek to do
To which I say
I think it is
And all I gotta do
Is find those readers
Or backers more
Because there ain't no guarantee
They'll even read my writing
Though only the richest
Can throw away
A twenty eh
Like it weren't but nothing no
So if they support me yes
They'll read me right
Yeah all I gotta do
Sounds so easy to my ears
Though it forgets my fears
And the power of silence
I fear will ever be
What's to become of me
Well nothing comes without
A little effort made
Even if the little
Seems like oh so much
If I want it as I claim
I'll make the effort good
Come what may
I'll have tried at least
So I pride myself
On my ability
To write a goodly sum
Of many words
With a like belief
That I am worth the time
Of such an effort
Well there's no time like the present
To prove this yes
To prove this yes indeed
Charles Petrie
Date
07-23-2019
Time
Too Much Of Not Enough Over Two Quarters
Word Count
496
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