I am a noun without a sound
point without a pen
costume kept for Halloween
quiet yet op ed.
Ego they may call it
trope laden bag of tricks
knocks on doors with rhymes
and more
often bang of head.
Sometimes two four sound alike
or six eight nine will do
one two three will play all day
can't find one more for you.
Wish I had a brain
well stacked
memories not dead
batteries backed up
Yeat's tower!
ideas!
not cricket led.
Maybe write a little
WB nods and grins
madman in the kitchen
nuke threatening instead.
My ego they may call it
but runner works as well
hiding in the cellar
while hell's ringing the bell.
Haven't any clues ideas
my diatribes on fumes
just a simple senior sit
wait for the mushroom stew.
No one wants to hear about it
leaders are insane
not this little herbalist!
The main man
what's his name!
Time to call in Martians
the ones can diffuse bombs
do their little dance
with us
then eat someone!
Bon bon!
Sorry guess he's sleeping
my a-mused Irish man
I just had to finish this
before the journey ends.
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