mitch king


Wish For Clarity

a thought has left me without a trace
i kid you not i lie here now
and the only rhyme i can think of is shoelace
next ill be doing strange random kapow
there we go it has left me now
i hate it when a word is on the end of my tongue
i wish it would hit me with a stroke of light
or an enigmatic pun
but all that is left in this hollow blight

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