Sometimes
I can't write.
some people
Say I can't write
Period.
These are the
Times,
I become,
An introvert
Nobody
Can talk to me.
I become
A hermit.
I sneer
At criticism
And at baths.
I snap
at the dog.
I call the cops,
On the Mockingbirds.
I exist solely,
On Ramen,
Cheetos,
And green tea.
I sleep
In my jeans,
And sneakers.
And my Astros
Ball cap,
And Oakleys.
If I could write,
I would be,
A real mess.
5/27/14
ALTON TEXAS
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Ha, ha; oh, I love it pal, 'cause I can relate. Superb.