If I had not been bored
about ten years ago
I would not have found out
to write a blog-to-show
what I felt instantaneously
with a bang and a blow
whether it was boring
or just for me a bow
like amor's to psyche's
shooting my arrows
of everyday and not
of thoughts gung-ho
being grateful for that
not in the looney's woe
keeping quietly sane
wickedly not mellow
but feistily fighting
for my brain's dildo
of desiring to create
something of mine
until I am down below.
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