All my unintentional misdoings Are so eminently preventable If each action perfectly, intently Eschewed things that I reduce to fractions. Urgently manhandling reviewings Mentally; they remain untenable. Ever these distractions keep renewing By tracts incensed and undependable. They're queueing up, ready to force entry. The ensuing chaos of reactions And their extendable propensity Is spent in full by folly's protractions.
A place for my poems 