Why do poems have to be so hard to write,
when all I want is that idea light.
When you need to be writing but nothing rings a bell,
you think of something random like your big garage sale.
You sit there and think and you dream and you dream and holy crap there's a clown.
There's one of those randoms that pops into your head,
even late at night while lying in bed.
Poetry's hard but never lose hope,
because the next thing you know you might write about soap.
Poetry is Random, by Anthony Freddes
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