Tangled Up In Vowels Poem by Wojja Fink
Tangled Up In Vowels
My speech don’t rhyme it’s lost its flow
I’m ignoring things now don’t you know
Procrastination rules the day
Taken all my muse away
Tax forms papers ignored on shelf
Takes the joy out of myself,
I know they’re part of this big play
And what you earn is what you say
But Lord oh Lord I’m so behind
My dear Self I cannot find
Perhaps you’re hiding in those forms
But they’re like a graveyard full of mourns,
Ok I say, give it one more go
I’ve even told the taxman so,
I’ll try again without a break
Perhaps the sleeping muse will wake.
My Filing has sat for months. Today is my day, yep yep Finding the right words of play. Has been so long, Since my rhyming words had any say. Your always a great area to come into to give me a boost for the day 10+++ Just never sure into which direction.
what you earn...as tax you pay...good write, Wojja...honest words...10
Great work my friend.......You have your muse, that you have under your hat...you have great control with your wordings on various topics...nicely penned
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5/9/2024 12:02:05 PM # 1.0.0.1119
I can see how you untangle yourself every morning...without the taxman's help! ! Keep it on, Sir Wojja. Cheers. Subroto