NaNoWriMo the Frenemy Poem

NaNoWriMo the Frenemy Poem

You must push yourself,

rush yourself,

cram in that writing time.

Steal a minute, an hour,

work until the clock chimes.

It’s a race,

a tussle,

a speedy bumbling manic;

you must scrawl everything down,

in a flurry of scribbly panic.

Some might laugh,

some might cry,

some might push it away and sigh,

is it worth it? In the end?

All this stress? To compress?

A story that won’t,

have shiny words?

But resemble more of a

shiny turd?

But hey I guess,

you shouldn’t stress,

what might crawl on the page.

Cause’ in the end,

you will have penned,

a completely finished story.

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