Greetings fair maidens, covetous dragons and charred knight’s bones, happy Friday!
Consider this a drive-by poem as my schedule is somewhat limited but I wanted still to take a brief moment with y’all. So let’s do it!
“Crustacean Nation Recalibration”, June 15, 2020.
An octopus lives inside
My dense, unruly brains
Eights arms as well all reside
Amid overt ink stains
The issue’s that they won’t work
In addition tend to shirk
Singular these branch’s thoughts
Fighting to connect their dots
For lone limb’s victory
Could I one day learn to teach
These stems or best their mind
Siphon back essence they leach
And return such in kind.
I actually wrote an entirely different poem along the same lines years ago, hated and buried it. The concept was decent though so I’m glad the original was unearthed, stripped down and reformatted as nearly tolerable:)
Amusingly the title also works to the “School House Rock, Conjunction Junction” tune. A happy if completely irrelevant coincidence.
Have a superlative weekend! Should I fail to find further time for inanities over the said period I’ll assuredly be back with the regular trademarked insouciance before long.
A fractured mind held together by cellophane and some used tack.