Kerik Just

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The Curse of the Verse

I have a new affliction,
Every thought I think is rhyme.
It's a strange addiction,
Makes me do it every time.

It's turned into a fixation for me,
A habit I can not break.
A cure for this there must surely be.
The remedy I must take.

It seems that there is no stopping
This endless rhyme and verse.
There's no escape even when sleeping,
In dreams it's only worse.

No matter what I think or conceive
The mundane turns profound.
And every thought becomes melody
As I hear the sing-song sound.

For the present I'll keep on writing
And live with this syndrome.
For there seems no use in fighting,
I'll just turn my thoughts to poem.