I spontaneously wrote a poem the other day when someone accused me of "being too good at poetry." Apparently it's "not fair." But this is what I do. And I don't plan on stopping any time soon, so...
Waste not...
I can't help myself.
I have a gift
To leave it lie upon the shelf
Would cause a rift
Twixt me and god
And leave a blight
On ground I trod
A sore eye's sight
It's a terrible sin
To let things waste
So give not in
To mere poor taste
Nor hubris nor pride
Shall I allow
By my side
This I do vow
I can't help myself.
I have a gift
To leave it lie upon the shelf
Would cause a rift
Twixt me and god
And leave a blight
On ground I trod
A sore eye's sight
It's a terrible sin
To let things waste
So give not in
To mere poor taste
Nor hubris nor pride
Shall I allow
By my side
This I do vow
I go crazy now!
Jens
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