February Poem 21/28
Cyclic Bit
it feels like my heart just won't stop beating
although my spine is doing fine
I just can't take the morse repeating
One more prick should do the trick
The snake is chomping at the cyclic bit
and the leftovers i keep on reheating
Microwave turned on, so the fuse is lit
My pacemaker needs fresh defeating
Till the day I duly die since the break that I was born
I've been filled with a wistful kind of longing to be mourned
Oblique Strategy of the day: Fill every beat with something