A summer's worth of bullshit

[xenomaru7]

A 15-minute 12 line poem:

I exercise my right to be unaccomplished
And to cast a screen of buried craft
Armed only with fair-weather inspiration
And the dwindling security of my youth

I holdfast my right to unmitigated stability
While the holdfasting’s good
I can nightly dream on the bed of pardon
I’m presently afforded

I reserve my right to be wise inside my years
And unremarkably visionary
I reserve my right to be trite
Hella trite