Can You Say Go Away?

The a to z,

Or between for me,

Has surely been done.

Survive its run?

Look at you.

Writing came due.

Wasn't that grand?

Words in hand.

Fact or fiction.

Pics or depiction.

All were there,

With posts to spare.

Except the spammers.

Hit them with hammers.

Give a "Great Whack!"

After the smack.

What's that you ask?

The insecure task?

Yeah, I'm getting there.

No need to blare.

Well maybe there is.

Blare at such biz.

Give a go away.

Damn, still in the fray.

But you wrote a month long.

Is that really wrong?

Maybe wasn't a book.

But you wrote at your nook.

Learned a thing or two too.

If you went to many a zoo.

Not just a stick in the mud.

 Hiding away like a C.H.U.D.

Writing and learning,

Even comment returning.

Wow, you got stuff done.

Like how that was spun?

And if you didn't do the a to z,

Or a between like little old me,

Then you still did something.

Sleeping is needed as well for words to spring.

Did you follow the cat? Something was still done where you're at. That insecurity can go take a hike. Sometimes better to get a spare than a strike. At least something was done and you learned and had some fun. Maybe met a new blogging mass. So stay secure like my little rhyming ass.

Experience spring, have a fling.