There’s been ANARCHY! The flash fiction writer has tried to become a poet . . . donchaknowit. Yes, that rhyme is as scary as the poem. 😉

New Attitude

I used to think about him
what felt like every minute
of every day

Something would happen
I’d want to call him up
just to say

I was thinking of him
Was he thinking of me?

Then he found glory
not another story
the same one

Where I create words
some rhyme, some stun

The rising of today’s sun
brought a new attitude.

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