A thoughtfulfree Song

SingSonglost I have been but will not continue to be

I really ought to take my time; reverently

Even though the words kinda rhyme-ish

I'm nowhere near the wit level of No Such Thing As A Fish

And I don't wanna be

 

I borrowed a book all about it; all about poetry and I still haven't opened it

Can't I see; can't you see; I'm kinda sick of the iambic poetromercy

And were I to be an e-poet and not merely a blogger

I suppose I would have to relearn iambic pentameter

 

So to continue whatever ramble these lines are; do lay your eyes o'er on

I find it fancy to add - an emdash here, and a common breather there'r

And although most of my writs are odes to Mnemosyne

Please; have Mercy on me... for I'm still an Overwatch addict

 

I can't really say what the next lines will inscribe upon thee

Even mentioning them could break the spell I cast upon them

Thus I write; thus the writs write themselves

And perhaps there will be continuation - and a more just Overtime

Saliently I will soon end today's written tanking venture

And though the first half of this poem has nothing to do with the video game I love

And although I still play it every single day

I must say

It's a lonely world for addicted heroic agents of dystopia's demise - and a cold, cold day here in New Queen Street...