Holy Followers Batman! Thanks! You guys made my month.

I have no idea what to say. I feel like I spend all day saying all the words that don’t matter. Then I come home and have used up my word quota for the day. So I spend my night listlessly scrolling through internet junk and newspaper articles, to get inspired. Nothing. Apparently tonight isn’t the night. So here’s a poem I wrote a few months ago.

A Bird

It stood against it’s nature
under the tall tree.
Pecking at worms, surely,
but still searching.
His eye looks to the sky-
Why won’t he fly away?

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