I thought it read bored and I went to paste it back.
I have not learned 'ignore', must take a dif'rent tack.
I see blue curls walk by, guess I'm in my old prose.
It burns what they have said it does not come to blows.

I hear the whine of cars they're all faint in the back
That glower I thought was, was only just some yak
I see people burn their threads they quickly type away
And like a stillborn bard, seems to happen on my day.

I look inside myself see that my hurt is back
I see my good door and I must have closed it back
Maybe then I'll trade dismay and I'll not have to get too lax
It's not easy facing up when you just can't detach.

No more will my mien see and burn a deeper hue
It's not up to me this thing hammering in two.
If I keep my guard up then no harm will be done
Write of whims, laugh with me, make up your own poems.

I hear the whine of cars they're all faint in the back
That glower I thought was, was only just some yak
I see people burn their threads they quickly type away
And like a stillborn bard, seems to happen on my day.