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Made by a ghost
Which is what I might as well be
Since my poetry
Hasn't struck a chord
Now I cannot say
There'll never be a day
Where my words won't be
Like well received
Because it's happened before
Just in incidents
That were isolated
When what I aim to have
Is yes ongoing
But that takes time
Especially with the rhyme
And though I have it in spades
Because I'm not yet fifty
And I plan on living
Like oh so long
That I'll be nigh unto
A hundred years old
Which is bold to say
Especially when plans
Are so easily overturned
When it comes to life
Because the health I have today
Can be gone tomorrow
Not to mention
The Earth itself
Though of course
It's all fine and dandy
We ain't but done it any harm
We can continue living
As we rightly have
For the hundreds past
Because no less an authority
Than the White House Lodger
And cowardly dodger
Has brilliantly spoken
That nothing's broken
And is better in fact
Because of him
Or words to that effect
As he always does it right
He's incredibly bright
Just ask him
He's more than happy
To tell you his truth
Though it's a lie
There's many who love buy
The shit he's selling
But enough about him
When I didn't even mean
To pair him with my poetry
Though if this was to be
The goodly key
To a little popularity
Would that be so bad
After all
What are the odds
That my little post
As made by the ghost
That I am here
Will even reach the eyes
Of his ardent supporters
Because this poetry
And do they even read
What I would write
if what I wrote
Was readily available
Because to say they don't read
Is unfair to them
And I'm not here for that
I'm here in the hope
Faint as it is
To get some eyes
On what I do
With comments to follow
And more beyond
But first things first
I can't feel cursed
I just gotta write
And come what may
I'll still be writing eh
New post
Written by a ghost
But I haunt you not
Though that might change
It won't happen overnight
So for now I write
And write some more
Because more is what I do
Though it's painfully true
That I do it for me
Maybe there will be a day
That I do it for you
Charles Petrie
Date
07-22-2019
Time
12:12-14:16=124 Minutes
Word Count
418
Made by a ghost
Which is what I might as well be
Since my poetry
Hasn't struck a chord
Now I cannot say
There'll never be a day
Where my words won't be
Like well received
Because it's happened before
Just in incidents
That were isolated
When what I aim to have
Is yes ongoing
But that takes time
Especially with the rhyme
And though I have it in spades
Because I'm not yet fifty
And I plan on living
Like oh so long
That I'll be nigh unto
A hundred years old
Which is bold to say
Especially when plans
Are so easily overturned
When it comes to life
Because the health I have today
Can be gone tomorrow
Not to mention
The Earth itself
Though of course
It's all fine and dandy
We ain't but done it any harm
We can continue living
As we rightly have
For the hundreds past
Because no less an authority
Than the White House Lodger
And cowardly dodger
Has brilliantly spoken
That nothing's broken
And is better in fact
Because of him
Or words to that effect
As he always does it right
He's incredibly bright
Just ask him
He's more than happy
To tell you his truth
Though it's a lie
There's many who love buy
The shit he's selling
But enough about him
When I didn't even mean
To pair him with my poetry
Though if this was to be
The goodly key
To a little popularity
Would that be so bad
After all
What are the odds
That my little post
As made by the ghost
That I am here
Will even reach the eyes
Of his ardent supporters
Because this poetry
And do they even read
What I would write
if what I wrote
Was readily available
Because to say they don't read
Is unfair to them
And I'm not here for that
I'm here in the hope
Faint as it is
To get some eyes
On what I do
With comments to follow
And more beyond
But first things first
I can't feel cursed
I just gotta write
And come what may
I'll still be writing eh
New post
Written by a ghost
But I haunt you not
Though that might change
It won't happen overnight
So for now I write
And write some more
Because more is what I do
Though it's painfully true
That I do it for me
Maybe there will be a day
That I do it for you
Charles Petrie
Date
07-22-2019
Time
12:12-14:16=124 Minutes
Word Count
418
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