Today has failed to pique my mind.
It’s Friday and it’s hot. I find
the latent heat within my soul,
does many things cept reach my goal.
Get out my pen, record my thoughts
it’s not too late to steal what’s worth
my time to jot down on this page.
It’s getting worse! Must be my age.
At least I’ve written nine more lines,
another three, I’ll have my rhyme.
So piqued my interest I have not.
It’s Friday and it’s fucking hot.