A Poem About Writing Late in the Evening

This was kind of written quickly.
I feel it’s a bit of an awkward read.
Maybe a little too blunt.

I hope you enjoy.

Once more I am sitting here
To write before the last minute
Despite having much time
I’ve started with little left

Soon I need to rest
So tomorrow can be faced
Though I must also satiate
The desire to write

With little time I rush
And get what I can down
Though the words are away
And the last minute arrives

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About Stupidity Hole

I'm some guy that does stuff. Hoping to one day fill the internet with enough insane ramblings to impress a cannibal rat ship. I do more than I probably should. I have a page called MS Paint Masterpieces that you may be interested in checking out. I also co-run Culture Eater, an online zine for covering the arts among other things. We're on Patreon!
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