my brain is not what it used to be
it used to work more efficiently
when i was young and wild and free
and wrote poetry beneath a tree
i tried to write a happy song
but the universe did me wrong
and all its blind inhabitants
never gave me a fighting chance
i had a message for humankind
locked within my burning mind
but when i let it loose upon the air
i realized there was nothing there
i am sorry to take up your time
with this meandering rhyme
i have nothing better to do
though i know my heart is true
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