Ideologically deficient,
a person no one needs,
my words are insufficient
to justify my deeds,
and don’t deserve an effort
to give me your attention.
I’m like a verb that’s severed
from subject; no declension
helps me with conjugation,
and rules that are irregular
lead me towards evasion,
religiously when secular.
Incompetent when pleading
my cause in all my verses,
I don’t deserve a reading
that no one reimburses;
don’t even pay attention––
the price would be too steep.
The mother of invention
sees me, and falls asleep.
5/3/06
Awwww Gershon! are we feeling sorry for ourself are we? Well join the club. Chirpy chirpy but not cheap Tai
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Think I'll give up listening to the news and come to your poems to keep informed of what's going on around me. Suit you, Gershy? Yours cheekily, Gina.: -)