Life is cutting me too many breaks these days. My laziness is spreading like moss on wet stones.. I need some external pressure.
Little poem of apathy
I could say
(or do)
something
(or someone
but then, who?)
in pursuit of
some endeavour;
does it even matter?
and so on and so forth
or whatever.
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I love this.
Especially the 'whatever' at the end comes out so succintly.
Hurrah and encouragement for your poetry SOG project! (or, in old UC slang, -slack project).
Anna, I really like this one. It quite reflects my way of life - although I seem to be doing a lot. But I don't. I just pretend to. And I'm quite succesful.
Bisous,
Sebastiab
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