Poem On A Cell

Well well well
Poem on a cell
But beyond this start
As I search my heart
I come up dry
No word of a lie
I'm running on empty
So the poetry
Can only suffer yes
And I confess
I'm all tore up
About this terrible lack
Of words to write
Which my post tonight
Is gonna lack indeed

Or so's the story
Because rare is the day
Where I will say
With a serious bent
That I am spent
And have no verse for you
Because this what I do
I write in rhyme
Like any time
That I so wish
I'm a little poet fish

And you can count yourself
Amongst the lucky ones
Who get me for free
Because this won't be
The goodly case
A year from now
When your favourite fish
Gets himself paid

Aye paid to write
What distant dream is this
I would have said
But months ago
Before I came to know
That this was where
My future lay

Though only for a time
With the current plan
Of writing a million little words
And letting it all hang out
Which I have no doubt
Is compelling and cool
So I'd be a fool
Not to do this thing
That can only succeed
For I can bleed
That sum of words
As if it weren't
No trouble at all

Well well well
It's a poem on a cell
And though I claimed
To be in tough
To write a poem
That was just a story
I hope you liked.
Or didn't hate
Because I ain't taken you on
No flight of fancy
Or brutal journey
Which yes I could
Because I am that good

Yeah all u gotta do is ask
And I will give to you
A little more of me
Tales told poeticallly
And who don't want
A little bit of that

 Charles Petrie

Date
09-13-19

Time 
17:13-18:40=87

Word Count
312







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