It Counts (for NaPoWoMo)

by fortytwo6x7


I feel confused

a little bemused

it seems my thoughts

have all been used

I have nothing interesting

left to say

I might as well

call it a day


Well I could not call this a poem

could I ?


I need a total

system reboot

into my bed

I need to scoot

let sleep wave

it’s magic wand

and replenish

the intern thought pond

Creativity comes

in varied amounts

this poem has none

but it still fucking counts

i’ll see what comes out tomorrow

for it’s another day