and their certainty means they’ll never quit

how inane it is to hope
a drain pipe ever intends
to part with an approval
stamp or to pull out the empathy
scope and guzzle belief mugs

now in vain thinking it can be
two things; never extends
the bowl full of green gold.
Damn doors decide which corridor
can handle a trespasser

who has chosen to hurdle
the laminate requirement;
for thou shalt not enjoy
the liberty to amble
in the way that pleaseth thee.

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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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