Time. I’ve just gotta have time
To take the thoughts in my head
And let them out as rhymes
But my time is not my own
I’ve mortgaged it across the board
I owe at work, I owe at church, and I owe at home
The toilet leaks and so does my brain
Which leak am I going to stop, and
Which will I lose down the drain?
For there is
An opportunity cost
An hour spent at work or church
Is a poem that I’ve lost.
July 2015
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