untitled "scat" poem

© 2001 Ree Tjeerdsma

So once again I'm outta the loop
Seems all my thoughts have flown the coop
Glance at the hoops
Jump through once more
Like I did before

What am I supposed to do
Supposed to be
I'm just sitting here avoiding all reality
The action's bleak and when I speak
my voice is so unused it's just a squeak

what do I do

Bored out of my gourd
Wanting things I can't afford
Musing "should I break the cord
that binds me here?"
It looks so near

I'm just a-scattin' in my head
When I'm s'posed to be in bed
Even though my doctor said
I'm doing okay
But not today

it's in my head

The creeper vines strangle my sanity
Produce profanity
From my inanity
And so they bind
all my thoughts up in my mind

go away vines

Put on the gloves and weed the garden
Dry unwanteds till they harden
Pardon me!
You're not wanted, you're just trash
I dispatch you with panache

gotcha!

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