I know why my mojo goes away

Scram, skedaddle and shoo oh ye
mood polluter annoying and vile.
Well rah-rah you are preaching
for your team – as do opponents
whose numbers compete. Must be nice
to never fret or second-guess
every aspect of everything
from the ant to yourself to Pluto.

Now if you will excuse me
there is an evil egret
in a partial form
and begging to breathe
and yes my evil egret
will speak Human and may reside
in a swanky suite with walnut walls.
Once alive we will discuss it with tea.


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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