I'm a lazy arse
Can't be fagged to put it in verse
A gentle soul is a curse,
I'll be a poet soon
You know, when I choose
Went I grab the inspiration,
Part revelation, part blues,
I’ll scribble it down for you
Capture it, with a lasso,
The butterfly net of my mind,
But it is a grind, to make it good
And get it to you, dished up refined
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