The Fence

I'm trying to sleep, godammit, stop! - go figure -
yep, those loud ass fucks outside my door
are putting up a fence. I should consider
that this condo doesn't matter anymore.
Hey at least it's cheap, but the management is rude.
Look at that silly fence they're putting up.
It's out there like my life now. I've eschewed
the boldness of a plan. I've given up.
I should put my apartment up for sale
and find a job, but I bought this place for walking.
Would I be free then? There's no way to tell
and the fence they're building there, it isn't talking.
So I guess I'll have to fix my car and drive.
My life is like that fence. I'm stuck inside.

Raw! Love it!

Love the raw essence of important banalities. Good one! (Smiling and empathsisiing!)

Smiles and Light
AuraGem

Poetry is the art of seeing

Poetry is the art of seeing the unfamiliar in familiar things (beer, beer, beer, the unquenchable muse.) It's a recent one, and yes, I'm feeling fenced in. Maybe I should write a poem about how people tore a hole in that fence to allow pedestrian traffic again:)

P.S. I fixed my car!

Some few in that, but Numbers err in this,
Ten Censure wrong for one who Writes amiss;
A Fool might once himself alone expose,
Now One in Verse makes many more in Prose.
-- Alexander Pope

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