Innovative
Topic: Poetry

Innovation is a bitch
Think I, as I try to sit and stitch these words together
These ancient words I learned from someone else
I try to reuse now by myself
With precious little guidance

Creative recycling, really...
That's the mission that I'm feeling like taking on
And on, and on?
I've gone to say with these borrowed symbols - What?

That I can re-spill ink better
(I hope to think)
Than that other guy from over there
Who got birthed out from between a finer pair...?
Of parents ? from their loving care ? I take my materials
My hand-me-down syllables
That hopefully I'll grow into

Hopefully, I'll fit these shackles
And find little tasks which we can tackle
On a little pitch
With little point and little result
And very little chance they'll make me rich

Seriously, innovation is a bitch...