such a cliche
sometimes i think i’m a bit of a cliche,
but then i think about what’s come before me,
and i realize,
well, maybe that wouldn’t be such a shame,
or perhaps i would be only so lucky
to be yet another cliche
sometimes i think i’m a bit of a cliche,
but then i think about what’s come before me,
and i realize,
well, maybe that wouldn’t be such a shame,
or perhaps i would be only so lucky
to be yet another cliche
i once tried to write for my life,
but then i forgot what words to use,
so now i just write for the helluva it,
since it makes the words no so,
well, important
it's the weekend,
and there's a whole bunch
of errands i need to run,
or else i will run out of food,
and like my wife likes to remind me,
chess isn't going to put
anything of sustenance on the table