Meadowhead Bard

Random and surreal poetry satire and short stories.

Promises Promises.

I’m stuck in nonsense rut at the moment, I promise I’ll snap out of it soon.

PROMISSES

I promised myself, I wouldn’t make promises, I didn’t have any trouble
After all I’m just like anyone else, I live in my own little bubble
I promise I may one day break my promise, if the need arrises
But if I promise not to, then I do, it will bring you know surprises.

All words Meadowhead Bard.

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