who knows

ever wonder if
when you go to bed
or for a walk or zoom
across town or wherever,
and your poems
and paragraphs
and sentences
get together and talk
about you, and do they
think you’re an asshole

or do some of them feel
neglected or special
or feel they’re always
being picked on,
ridden, pushed, criticized,
and are they planning
a rebellion
when all along you thought
you were pretty easy
to get along with?

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About Timmy the Scribbler

Love to write all kinds of stuff I love writing so many different kinds of stuff it is a constant struggle to narrow the focus to a manageable handful and let the others go. But a few years ago I dipped my fingers into a poetry pie and of all my uncertainties, one thing that is no uncertainty is that it is one passion that must remain, so maybe that's the one. I do dearly delight in chopping up fictional works into stanzas and syllables.
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2 Responses to who knows

  1. yes, I have no doubt my poems constantly plot against me…but then I am a poet and probably deserve whatever they have in store.

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