Stop writing poetry
I order myself-
The house is a mess
It's causing distress
The bathtub is gummy
The floor downright crummy
The laundry's piled up
There's not a clean cup
Anywhere to be found
The garbage unwound-
Stop writing poetry
Before it's too late
No wait-
This mess will make a great poem
And I'll clean up soon as it's done..
repeat..
repeat..
repeat.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
I love this one! let the demon-distractions of the world go right on by in all their hopeless hyper worry, for you have more important things to do: poetry!