Silly Talk

 

Another day has come and gone

I sit here without inspiration

I wish I had a dead horse to kick

That might help relieve my frustration

A poet without words, is not a poet, my friends

That's why I feel such consternation

A blank page is a boon to a greenie

They'll tell you it helps conservation

But they write books upon books

Filled with unproven information

I've rambled on long enough, I think

Time to end this silly conversation