Breathing Song Poem by Dag Nabbit

Breathing Song



Breathing song
Breathing song
How I hate
the breathing song

Through the night
and all day long
Satan sends me
breathing song

Something plain
Something short
Make me sing
with every snort

Bending over
standing straight
Singing songs
I truly hate

If you're dead
you can't breathe
Breathing songs
will have to leave

I'll be glad
when I am dead
No more music
in my head

Sunday, June 19, 2016
Topic(s) of this poem: agony,mental illness,morning,songs
POET'S NOTES ABOUT THE POEM
I always have a song in my head. The songs drive me nuts. Sometimes I try to blank out my mind, but the rhythm of my breathing kick-starts a song, and I can't get rid of it. Conversely, these songs are where my poems originate as I mess with the lyrics. So I wouldn't have a shot at world fame if I wasn't half nuts.
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