Diversion.

 I thought I had talent, 

I’ve let myself down,

I thought I was funny, 

but I’m more of a clown.


I thought I was clever


And had it worked out,


But nobody listens


That’s why I shout.


It has taken me ages


To get to this place


But I know myself now


And there’s no saving grace.


So try to avoid me


Just don’t get entwined


In the day to day madness


Of my rambling sad mind

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