Some Kind Of Writer

It takes some kind of writer
To write two thousand words
And be like damn
What kind of weak butted tally's that

 But it only is
Because I'm on the sacred quest
Which started late
So I needed to be my best
And write write write
Then write some more
Which I didn't quite do today

 Not that you asked
Or even cared to know
But this is my stage
And you booked a ticket
So this is what you get
When you come to my pond
Whatever's in my head

 It takes some kind of writer
To write as much as I do
And I think it true
That that has a worth
All of its own
And you should be with me
As I quest again
For a second million word year
Or the first
If this one fails

 Yeah it will cost
But you can be certain sure
That I'll be there
Each goodly day
That's all I gotta say
As I gots to bounce
But you can stay 
As long as you want
There's a bed in the back 
And it is hella comfortable


Charles Petrie

Date
08-02-19

Time
23:35-23:51=16

Word Count
188

Comments

  1. L3 Vibes9 August 2019 at 04:13

    Story of my life (and probably a lot of people’s)! Nice work.

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