Thinking I'm tapped
but then I always think I'm tapped
and so the heap grows
always a little
sparkle in the scrap
hardly a mission
hardly a plan
and my choices of words
mark me as a confused man
and the dull, the grind
commands way too much
of my mind
guess I'm a natural cog
but so why do I still flog
this rusty spluttering tap
shrug off the questions
close the book: snap
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