Black choppers whirling,
Outside my door, give me pause,
Mumbling 'bout the State.
Guitar plucking, too,
From roommate in other room -
TV's on, unseen.
Hunkered on laptop,
Pecking at keyboard and brain -
Jumbled thoughts swirl 'round...
Some times, these moments
Distract us wrangled poets
Whilst we play with rules.
"Damn it, Damn it, Damn!
Poem's not cooperating!"
Times slip through rough hands...
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