Addicted To Language

I wish I had something funny to say.

Ha ha! hee hee! could make someone’s day.

All I can do is rhyme in a silly way.

Believe it or not, this is called poetry.

It’s only me it’s not my mind 

that rhymes for no reason…

some pattern from there stuck

on rinse and repeat.

There’s no meaning to this writing.

It’s like all those words in our heads.

At the end of the poem, return to

what you were thinking, as if you

have a choice.