I spend time hesitating. I
hesitate more than the things I do.
It takes up my time,
waiting. I wish I didn't wait as I do.
If you repeat a word, it
loses all meaning.
Going out is pointless if
you spend more of your time preening.
I walk back and forth to the
kitchen,
In an attempt to avoid work.
Not making advances on my
short stories,
But writing this silly poem
with quirk.
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