My head's all aswirl
With words I choose
But getting them said
Is like self-abuse
So many plans
Important or not
It's a muddle that fills
My every thought
Perhaps Time is to blame
Seems I'm always late
Then hurrying is hard
To make a deadline date
Can't blame the weather
It's what I really like
Maybe though self-employed
I should just go on strike
©July 2021 Mary E. Adair
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