Rhyme Time · 6:50pm Aug 28th, 2014
I'm in a rut, quite literally stuck.
Haven't been able to see past my gut.
So I decided to get thin, but still couldn't get in.
Now I'm typing up these rhymes with nothing better to fill my time.
These stories do confound me, with a wide birth of profanity.
48 versions of the same tale, but not one will sell.
I work on my own with the time I can spare.
Thinking that no one would care.
About some poor fool who writes with no flare.
I know what I say, and I know what you think.
If this is my last than don't you dare blink.
For this is my cycle of life.
Up, down, then up again, I'm still surprised I can call some friends.
Now I feel better just by writing down, a small little tib bit of why I do frown.
And if you care for these stories I right, then do not put yourself in a freight.
For a new idea has just been brought to my light, about my wonderful O.C.
As for when a new addition will be complete, just wait and see.
For country, for core, my job galore.
Till next time my friends, I walk out the door.
