I want to pour:
the words onto the page, but then I remember:
teeth need to be brushed and business attended to.
Logic overcomes the situation like a python,
twisting and bulging,
Have you checked your e-mails?
The snake increases its might.
to-do list waiting in the wings.
Ignoring the potentially lethal hug,
my pen is picked up.
Free verse escapes, as aeroplanes of thoughts
compete for the narrow landing strip.
Suddenly, a slimy, long, muscly creature
raises its head,
Only, I’ve brought my Charming Clarinet
and play the pet a tune.
Written by: Flameheart
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