The Idea

So this very day, I began to write

The problem was that I was lost

A loss for words, I'll say!

I couldn't even think!

This idea was rising in my mind, it was!

I couldn't grasp it- this cookie on a shelf!

I had frustration, I did!

I swiped away the crumbs of my eraser

Hate! Hatred to this! Once again, more crumbs

But then it dang; I had already baked this fresh idea...

Hate... Hatred to me for my ignorant jeremiad...

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