Look At The Time
I look at the time
And striking in rhyme
With so little left
And much to write
Late into the night
Might just leave me
Short of my aim
And that would be
A great and terrible shame
Now that is not to say
That this would be a failing
In keeping with
All my other ones
Which I won't but get into
Suffice it to say alas
I've not risen
Near as high in life
As I surely should have done
Not so much
As a writer no
Or as a famous whatever
Though I am clever
At least in moments yes
I could have had success
As a steady worker
And not a shirker
Which I have to cop me to
Because it's just true
But in spite of all my faults
And faulty decisions
Over decades yes
I still see a way
For me to win the day
And begins with the dream
The boldest one yet
That feels but realer
Than all the other ones
Yes put together
Now whether I'm right
Or totally wrong
And so much so
That an ass would write a song
About the poet fuck
And writer fool
That dreamed to be
Worthy of your support
For the baseless claim
That he could be a millionist
Or writer of a million words
When surely as the sun also rises
He can't possibly do such a thing
Only I can indeed
Which is the whole damn point
Of letting it all hang out
The words that I will write
They'll be there for all to read
And even some
But streamed live
The more as I can afford
I look at the time
And striking in rhyme
But made it close
Only I am strong tonight
And I came to write
Just enough
To emerge triumphantly
Thanks to my way
With the good of poetry
So I shout woo hoo
It's good to do
The poet thing
I'd just far prefer
To not make it so damn close
But close it happens yes
And my success
After all these days
Was guaranteed
Though there was a moment where
I thought I'd have to swear
Because time was ticking down
And I was still madly writing
Yes it was a little too exciting
Until I counted the words
And breathed a sigh of relief
I'd made it again
As barely done
Is better than barely not
Charles Petrie
Date
09-07-19
Time
23:34-23:58=24 Minutes
Word Count
And striking in rhyme
With so little left
And much to write
Late into the night
Might just leave me
Short of my aim
And that would be
A great and terrible shame
Now that is not to say
That this would be a failing
In keeping with
All my other ones
Which I won't but get into
Suffice it to say alas
I've not risen
Near as high in life
As I surely should have done
Not so much
As a writer no
Or as a famous whatever
Though I am clever
At least in moments yes
I could have had success
As a steady worker
And not a shirker
Which I have to cop me to
Because it's just true
But in spite of all my faults
And faulty decisions
Over decades yes
I still see a way
For me to win the day
And begins with the dream
The boldest one yet
That feels but realer
Than all the other ones
Yes put together
Now whether I'm right
Or totally wrong
And so much so
That an ass would write a song
About the poet fuck
And writer fool
That dreamed to be
Worthy of your support
For the baseless claim
That he could be a millionist
Or writer of a million words
When surely as the sun also rises
He can't possibly do such a thing
Only I can indeed
Which is the whole damn point
Of letting it all hang out
The words that I will write
They'll be there for all to read
And even some
But streamed live
The more as I can afford
I look at the time
And striking in rhyme
But made it close
Only I am strong tonight
And I came to write
Just enough
To emerge triumphantly
Thanks to my way
With the good of poetry
So I shout woo hoo
It's good to do
The poet thing
I'd just far prefer
To not make it so damn close
But close it happens yes
And my success
After all these days
Was guaranteed
Though there was a moment where
I thought I'd have to swear
Because time was ticking down
And I was still madly writing
Yes it was a little too exciting
Until I counted the words
And breathed a sigh of relief
I'd made it again
As barely done
Is better than barely not
Charles Petrie
Date
09-07-19
Time
23:34-23:58=24 Minutes
Word Count
403
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