My cranium, once cavernous,
is filled with such minutia,
with words that flatter, my gray matter
has turned the boldest fuchsia.
And life events have taken space
reserved for all my musing,
I hate when they get in my face,
and not through my own choosing.
Those grand ideas that haven’t hatched
will find a way to haunt me,
they all look good on paper,
but in action, are just daunting.
Events that hold a special spot,
retained through repetition,
birthdays, anniversaries, and the lot;
to forget one is sedition.
My head’s all clogged from writing blogs,
my thoughts are one big jumble,
If I would speak my mind out loud,
I’d probably only mumble.
Clarity has flown the coop,
my logic’s hard to follow,
I get so flustered I could spit,
but you’ll find that hard to swallow.
And TV is a mindless task,
I’m not the biggest viewer,
I’d put my mind up on e-bay
and find me something newer.
I think out loud, an endless drone,
the humming starts to bug me,
I wish that I could find a way,
for someone to unplug me.
(C) Walter J. Wojtanik – 2016