Was It Read

no time to write a poem latelythe word read in red
you would think it would be easy
so many poems seem that way
just like some paintings

anyone can get some paint
throw it on a canvas
anyone can take some words
toss them on some paper

anyone can drive a truck cross country
anyone can sell stuff to the masses
anyone can bake bread in the early morning
anyone can do anything they really want

but there’s been no time to write a poem
the wrong words keep landing on the paper
and yesterday there was a drop of paint
it was red or was it read

Was It Read

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