Whispers' Dilemma

 

“Sitting with a pen and pad,

Wondering if I have gone mad.

Borrowing wisdom from lifeless wise,

Betting I will be sued once or twice.

Do these words even belong to me?”

‘Clearly it's a waste of time.

While nobody cares about Bermuda anymore,

Why do I expect someone to find my thoughts

Or do I expect myself to find it.’

“Why do the flowery words betray me

Where do they go when I despair

What will I even write this line with”

‘Now nothing makes sense to me

Should just stuck to my routine’

“I worry future scholars for fuming about what this baboon is bumbling about.”

                                                                                        - CONFUSED PANDA