No inspiration
Poetry is not my thing
But I am quite bored
Heaters are fickle
They are far too sensitive
Fire hazards, too
I bite my nails
I’m trying to stop, and yet
I keep forgetting
Bears can be quite cute
They can also maul your face
It is sad, but true
I don’t trust TV
These commercials are sketchy
I wish they were gone
At this point, I’ll stop
This takes too much energy
Poetry is hard
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