poetry, Writing

Time

I’am great, Oh I’am great,

But now it is time to face my fate.

I’m trying not to replicate,

The same mistakes I always make.

It seems all I do of late; is replicate and replicate,

But do I, duplicate? Or do I, just irritate?

This is too much rhyme they say,

Whats your Name? Its quite a shame.

Do I really I have the time?

To listen to the snorts of swine.

I drink my wine,

I will be fine.

I’m sure I will find more time,

Maybe here or maybe there,

Now I’m wasted without a care. So I sit and I stare.

Without a sign.

The silent crime.

There goes your time….

Will it all still be fine?

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