Prime Time for Preening
Abundantly beguiled with adverbs Little sense prevails in fistful blurbs While insomnia disturbs me in these suburbs "Yet your faith remains in sleep tea herbs" Obnoxiously inane wordplay is my vice "It would be tolerable if it were nice" While a tsunami of ideas arrive undisguised Elusively my friend sleep skates over thin ice If not self pity, atleast I can self deprecate Although I can say this stuff's hard to replicate "Write for the sake of it, don't you complicate" Without an inner voice, nobody could placate Not subconsciously profound is my belief "This writing serves up only comedic relief" The seriousness if any, is unsuspectingly brief Comes and goes swiftly & cunningly as a thief I waited mere minutes, maybe three "To make the next line rhyme with 'free'?" Am I at Mount Everest, have I peaked? Or is it the intramural fibroid, BRB I must pee Aaand I'm back, you're reading never ceased An hour has p