Not another one.

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Yes, another one! Here I am (yet again) to ensnare, delight, and entangle you all in the mess of words that is my poetry. This is a small collection of short poems designed to instil a sort of ‘dognitive cissonance’ within the reader – they’re also quite amusing, y’know, if you're one of those people that enjoys laughing.

Brushing off the dust.

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As I have said in my previous poetic endeavour, these small sets of poems are nothing new, merely a catalogued selection of older, dustier poems; so wind yourselves up, take a deep breath in, and prepare to cough and choke on my antiquated poetry.

Musings of a mad-man.

As I was sitting in my chair,
I knew the bottom wasn't there.
No legs, nor back, but still I sat -
Ignoring little things like that.

There is a man who waits for none.
Yet still, he waits and waits for one.
I am that man I never saw,
Whatever am I waiting for?

I have this pen I hold in hand.
No ink, nor nib, it's rather bland.
I cannot write, nor can I spell,
But use this pen I think I shall.

"Hello," I say to say "goodbye".
Forever I'll stay - today I die.
Eager to wait, patience I hate;
It's not like death to be this late.

You’re not very good.

Well, I agree - these are not masterpieces, they should be considered an amusing exercise at the most, and I implore anyone of you as a poet, writer, or lyricist, to try this exercise out.

Nevertheless, I hope you have enjoyed this short read, you’re more than welcome to take a look at my previous work (see below) and, in any case, have a very splendid day.