Here I am, Running the park. There I go, Funning 'til dairk. So what? Been a rough day. The troubles? Left along the way. I can't do it. Just can't explain. The release happens, Inside my brain. It's not bad, You really should try. Trust me, You probably won't die.
I’m a bad poet. That’s why I have Bad Poetry Thursday. If I were a good poet, then perhaps this would be Good Poetry Thursday or maybe just Poetry Thursday. Being a bad poet isn’t reason enough to stop though. The only way to improve is keep on keeping on, right?
And besides, poetry, even bad, is a good way to express yourself. You should try it!
So here I go! Maybe one day it will get better, or even good… Just don’t hold your breath.
Thanks for stopping by! Hopefully you found something in this bad poem to like.
Haha, I enjoy your Bad Poetry Thursdays. This was fun to read ^_^
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You never know — I might die. Running and I have never gotten along. Perhaps I’ll trot, or just walk briskly. 🙂
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That sounds awesome! Everyone starts somewhere, despite what they may put on Instagram.
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