July 27th

Please excuse my written frustration

And allow for artistic interpretation

I’m not going through my own depression

I’m just looking for a little expression

Thanks for your concern, and it’s not your fault

Just take everything with a pinch of salt

The written word plays the most powerful role

And it’s true that frustration is good for the soul

Things are never as bad for me

With the knowledge of love unconditionally

You’re reading my words as I’m writing

This is, actually for me, terribly exciting

Even with my brain I’m still ill-equipped

And often ignore self censorship

I’m simply trying to describe my day

In a more dramatically entertaining way

It would detract and enjoyment prevent

If I wrote down the actual daily events

For example if it’s been a quiet day

Then I need to use words to overplay

If work trundles along as it should

Then it induces boredom, which is never good

Just as the devil makes work for idle thumbs

I sift around my brain for figurative crumbs

So please excuse me for writer’s frustration

I’m just starting my poet’s acculturation