Writing more rubbish poetry
which he kindly posts here for you to make of what you will
Frustration
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I think therefore I am?
No, I am ergo I think.
Still I'm fixed in space and time,
with ideas beyond the brink.
What I say is no good,
What I do is not enough.
So alone here I'm stood,
And my outlook is rough.
Now my options are few,
So I should grin and bear it.
But then what can I do,
When my voice has no merit?
Ode to the Owed
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How shiny is what you offer,
With lines and gimmicks you proffer.
No worry for the future you say,
Except of how to repay!