A Forgotten Thought
I just so hate it to a point of rage.
When I enter a room a bold statement to make.
It will be epic and profound,
blowing everyone in the down with it's infinite wisdom
and timeless wit to pass down the generations.
I open up my mouth wide and fill my lungs
and now I have begun to tell
the epically profound knowledge I had to share.
Then I sit there open mouthed.
I've forgotten the thing I meant to spout,
it's so embarrassingly upsetting.
Next time I'll write down what I was thinking.
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