Absurdly Early

It's absurdly early in the day
Yet I feel in such a way
That only poetry will do
So I bring my best to you

 Aye that is what it is
In all the things
That I have done
Poetry's my number one

 And it had to be
Yes poetry
Which ain't given the due
That I would swear 
It once but fucking did

 Though what's but served
By getting angry 
About a truth
That will not change
When I should be
Over the moon
And delirious too
About a second comment yes
From a second poem of mine
When divine
Is not the word
That fits most best
To describe my style
Or lack thereof

 Though in in fairness to me
I'm resigned to poetry
Being seen for what it's seen
An art that many love
To rather do than read
Which begs the question why

 Because it's so easy to write
I could do it morning noon and night
Though it gives me not enough
Of itself alas
To help me in my quest
To be the best
Of writing a lot
Even if 
It's all crap
The best at shit
You must admit
Is still the best

 But as I write these words
And have a whale of a time
At writing rhyme
Maybe I should
Just for a day
Let the verses fly
One but after the other
Caring not the least
About feeding the beast
That feeds on words

 It's absurdly early in the day
But I felt the sway
Of poetry's hips
And given in
Wait wait wait
Did I just make it out to be
That fair poetry
Is now a woman
Because that my friend
Could be the end
For my history is
Bad to say the least indeed

Not that it'd matter
To more than a few
Because what I do
Is uncared for
Yet I do it all the same
And cannot lay my blame
On you yourself
Since I only care
As much as I do
Since this is my best good thing
Which makes me what
Which makes me what indeed

 Charles Petrie

Date
08-10-19

Time
05:19-05:53=34 minutes

Word Count
353

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