The Pull

I feel the pull
Of goodly verse
And bring to an end
My Petritive prose
Or blah blah blah
This is my life
And these are my thoughts

 Which is the same 
More or less
As what I do here
Just without the flow
Which makes it good to go
At a hundred miles per
Or its like
As my fingers dance
Hard across the keys

 And then I pause
As the blowing winds
Of my goodly inspiration
Suddenly still
And with it comes a heat
That saps my strength

Only that ain't me
When it comes to this
As I rarely pause for long
So there's never the thought
Inside my head
That I'll sit in the boat
On my little lake
On some kind of break

 So no amount of wind
Or lack thereof
Matters to me
When it comes to poetry
It just flows prettily more
When I have the words
At the good and ready
But I'm still steady
Without that wind
Which I think I've proven
With my preponderance of verse

 I felt the pull
Of poetry
On my heart and mind
And I think you'll find
That it can and should
Be a goodly part
Of a writer's day
If you feel the sway
But if as not
That's too bad
But you can still appreciate
The goodly art
And cheer it on

 To wit
Support my shit
My shirts of course
And this blog
With views and comments
Like can I not get
A hey that's cool
Or fuck you fish
I hate read you
So keep on doing 
What you fucking do

 Yeah that was an ad
I'm sorry if it felt like a minus
But I gots to pays the bills
And frankly my friends
I give you good value
For the money
You're about to pay me yes

 Or no
As the case may sadly be
Not just now
But ever always so
And that's a shame
Because fish got game
And game's a thing
That can send you on your way
Into a brand new day
I just want my piece
My cut
My share
Which only seems fair
If what is done
Yes has its worth
And mine it does
Yes mine it does indeed

Charles Petrie

Date
08-08-19

Time
2nd Quarter

Word Count
404

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