quattrain – Broadcast From the Brain Radio

Light travels farther than heat
Victory’s born from defeat
I’m still here, I haven’t quit–
Journey a bit incomplete

Clock’s too fast for writing stuff.
Hours vanish in a smoke puff.
Optimism burns my fuel
It’s cruel! There’s not time enough.

That guy you dumb asses chose
That we all want to depose
Doesn’t care about a thing
But snorting you up his nose.

I have never been a star
And I would refuse to spar
With you over my record
But that word will be my bar

Do you wish one day to roam
Through the hills of old Welsh brome?
Tylwyth Tyg may sleep beneath
Those heathen hills and wake in gloam