Without a Clue

I was writing a poem but I lost the flow

In the quest for greatness reality lets you know

You are no great poet you are no long lost bard

In the quest for genius you tend to look like a retard

I took my pills and washed them water pure

Ethanol denial is what I must now endure

There I gallivanted and lost the thread again

Rain rhymes with pain but so does the drain

Mocking or flattering poets if that is you must do

I keep typing without a clue

Songwriters keep  the gold poets get the girls

While unwitting tying themselves in unfathomable twirls



Author: Ajay Ohri


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