I am a bunch of self imposed rules
that make me worry
that make me fret
I am an antenna
that turns signals into static
Don’t make me think
but I won’t stop
The prompt for #NaPoWriMo day 25 was warning label about yourself.
Today I want to feature Big sleep by Christopher Perry and Barbara Turney Wieland, alias Johnny and Woody. I love poems with an unexpected ending. When you’re there, also visit Terminus, about the times when everything ran on parallel lines.