In a bind
Sometimes in a bind
About things I really mind
Like a lemon rind it goes on
Twirling apart from me
Still sticking to me
Like shinned knees always bleeding
On my fears they breed.
These things never go away
Like moths around you they fly
Bumping like crazy
Blind in hindsight.
Would love to ground them to a paste
I would not really mind
So that I am not in a bind
All the time
Silly things that bother you
Like a monster under the bed
To be lighthearted
Will probably take a drink
Or see a shrink.
So here's to the things l mind
Cheers!
Feed on my fears
You lovely dears
I will soon change gears
You will not come near
Come to the party next year
Dear things that bind
With you I have an axe to grind.
Sometimes
Though I think
What is there to bind
Or mind
My own business is what I am minding
This long poem is a shindig
To the things that bind
And that I mind
Someone else you go find.
