Thoughts
I must write a poem
was what was told me
I must sit in this chair
till one bites my knee
This might take some time
been three days thus far
I’ve sat here staring
while my brain turns to tar
I truly have tried
There’s nothing in there
And I’m going to scream
If I don’t leave this chair
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I like “brain turns to tar”