quotaA Poem by Tententhis came from my moronic desire to create six to thirteen pieces a day, i suggest no one ever do this.
meeting a quota
of six
eighteen
thirty per day
just to get the goal
sent for the end
of this year
that's turning out
confusion induced
and chaotic love triangles
sins floating freely
enjoying another bowl
forced words
to flow
free of fingertips
when they've barely bloomed
in the mind of a
hectic essence
ripping them away from root
so these messages
will not linger
to haunt
another day of tired
pocked, prodded, forced
flow
© 2008 TentenAuthor's Note
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