I Can’t Not Write Poetry

Any more than I could stop breathing. So I offer no apologies for my prolificacy.

There’s a daily chance of rain I read.
A negligible chance of pain.
I can live with that I guess.
At least life’s not a mess.
And I am not beholden
To bosses, kings or Lords.
The universe provides for me.
I’m easy to afford.

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