A Poem About Discarding Ideas

Just a short rough sketch.
I was hoping to get something out quickly and tried a few things but I couldn’t get them to work. In part due to not being awake enough to work under a time constraint before I switch off for the night… Actually, that’s the whole thing.

Just self-referential writing that expresses in a clumsy way.

I hope you enjoy.

I had words and I threw them away
There were ideas that needed work
I wanted to express something grand
But all I could say was very little

The ideas were there and ready for use
I could not help them grow
And so they are now gone
Though I may seek them later

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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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