I should be working on saying something quite profound,
as this is the first day of the "new year,"
and such an event only happens ten times in a decade,
or 100 times in a century,
and I will not see that many first days, I'm sure....
everyone seems to be saying things today,
so I thought,
(which is sometimes a dicey thing for me)
that I should get with the program
and write something here
so that I may be one of the gang,
and all that....
but I can't think of a damn thing
of any importance
Then I realize
that that is how much of what I post here
actually is -
in the long run
who cares what I post?
I believe I have just had an epiphany of sorts.....
(an experience of sudden and striking realization)
that causes me to understand, now,
that the fact that I tend to do this,
to ramble on and on,
to the point of making others shriek with madness,
is not really all that important,
and that it probably entertains no one else but myself.
Guess that's just tough shit,
because I like to do this.
Happy New Year, folks!
Comments on this poem/writing:
|jmarshall (22.214.171.124) -- Monday, January 12 2015, 02:26 am|
You off the grid? Can't seem to locate you. Hope all is well. I'm a good listener if you need to vent.
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