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...