No more a prisoner. Poetry from the pen of

~The Poet’s Poet~

He sat to write

As confused as a horse in a one horse town

Scratching his head

Thinking to himself

What benefit do I gain from this action?

Yet unconsciously

On a regular basis

He performs this action.

Just as well I don’t have dandruff

He chuckles to himself

Just as well I’m alone in this room

Alone with these thoughts

Or that someone might just summon

The men in the white coats…

© Chris Black. January 2019

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