177 - Forgot

I sat down to write this poem

But I forgot what it was about

I thought I had it sorted

But now there is some doubt

Maybe I was trying

To express a point of view

It really could be anything

But my memory withdrew

Perhaps I was complaining

About some annoying things?

I do spend a lot of time

Whinging 'bout what life brings

I could have been experimenting

With a meta kind of verse

About writing a poem

And how things could be worse

But that doesn't sound like me

And I cannot lie

If I wrote about such things

There's a risk that I might die

So now we'll never know

What I was going to write

I expect, like my usual stuff

It was just a load of shite

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