Inner voice, lying down on the ocean beach:
(On the beach, beach where is sand, not bitch!)
Smiling happy trough sunglasses,
Chokes a second:
Whata. ...
His beloved poetess walking to him,
Dressed in sport sweater and let's call it leggings.
Poetess: I forgot to wear a skirt today!
Inner voice looking for place to hide:
I can see it my dear..
Poetess:
I am stuck with myself,
Before I used to write freely,
How many unreadable poems I wrote
Without mentioning my name,
Every one is happy,
Just trying to be me a crazy women,
Now with my new girlfriends at work..
Inner voice:
Women?
Poetess: not even one smart thought today
Inner voice: you had a thought going to gym..
I don't see your old stories?
What? New stuff...
God: Oh, God
