Keep thinking I've painted
when I've only drawn a
picutre in my mind
maybe once inspiration
pretty well now
gnawed down to the rind
So these days
a sack of hammers
looking like a PhD
land of the free
Well kinda sorta
marginally
no more fight
in my night
So I'm dwindling
Someday I'll sift around
try to find the kindling
but here and now got to
Stop hammering at
this rock
yet unflawed
Unmoved
Such a crude harsh clock
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