Ronberge (anno primo)
- Unoriginally Yours - Poem by Ronberge (anno primo)
I left my originality at the office today
After one of those long bored meetings.
Or was it in traffic on my way
Pondering why I traded my Harley for a Mercedes?
Maybe it was at the grocery in the fray
Completing the seemingly endless list you gave me.
Could be at the bar with my friend Jay
Too many jokes over a Martini?
It’s possible I never had any to begin with, anyway,
originality or creativity, I mean.
So forgive me if I’m lame as lame can be
Not knowing the proper address.
When I just tell you plainly:
‘I love you, Baby! ’
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