Maybe black
But not sure about its color
It is a bulletproof vehicle
To ferry
The pilot car that goes ahead blaring
Its driver
Does something with gravel
Arranges them in a pattern of floral
It is early morning
Cacophony of birds has a warning
Miles away The hunchbacked sage
Wakes up from his slumber
Anxious for their safety
And, subdued rage
His intuition is forthcoming and strong
Sometimes intermittent
He glances at his PCs clock
It is about to strike four
But
There is no gong
Maybe he should give this up
And, focus on something more mainstream
Is he wayward
Is he headstrong
Doubt weakens his resolve to write
And, he thinks of some other preoccupation
But indelible reminiscence of last nights rendezvous with the Spirit nudges him to write
They are in obvious hurried brisk recheck
Exam has undue nervous effects
On young minds
Nanny is worried
Asks who is packing the lunch boxes
Why arent they ready yet.
But not sure about its color
It is a bulletproof vehicle
To ferry
The pilot car that goes ahead blaring
Its driver
Does something with gravel
Arranges them in a pattern of floral
It is early morning
Cacophony of birds has a warning
Miles away The hunchbacked sage
Wakes up from his slumber
Anxious for their safety
And, subdued rage
His intuition is forthcoming and strong
Sometimes intermittent
He glances at his PCs clock
It is about to strike four
But
There is no gong
Maybe he should give this up
And, focus on something more mainstream
Is he wayward
Is he headstrong
Doubt weakens his resolve to write
And, he thinks of some other preoccupation
But indelible reminiscence of last nights rendezvous with the Spirit nudges him to write
They are in obvious hurried brisk recheck
Exam has undue nervous effects
On young minds
Nanny is worried
Asks who is packing the lunch boxes
Why arent they ready yet.
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