Can'T Poem by shimon weinroth
Can'T
How do you reckon
With, I can't do it anymore
Sit down and cry
Lament and moan all those Cans
Throw yourself on the ground
In a tantrum wail and groan
Or take pride in complaining
Throw up your hands supplicating
Seek sympathy and clucking tongues
And worded empty identity
Or simply retort, I can't anymore
To become a frustrated bore
Or be brave and try
To do what can be done
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4/26/2024 1:31:52 AM # 1.0.0.1119
Well written. I get lost in there without punctuation, though. You may want to put 'I can't anymore' in quotes, because the rest of the poem is a more formal style.