The Ramblings of a Mad Muse

by fortytwo6x7


Six lines of poetry float round my head

but not one poem, there are three instead

as soon as one thought becomes clear

like either it will disappear

how can I make one poem out of this

my fucking muse is taking the piss

unconnected thoughts it will interweave

then make those thoughts get up and leave

these thoughts were driving me berserk

then I read this back thinking this could work

these thoughts are no reason to morn

because from this madness a poem is born