Just chucking a quickie from my wrist,
that is,
this one here is speedy,
no subtext nor meaning,
only words placed for pattern
recognition (recognising that
I do indeed have such a
pattern)
and that the deeds must be fulfilled
or perhaps eldritch gods shall
awaken and eat me,
or just my emotions.
Hmmm, I do not fancy
being nowt but a husk, devoid
of the very passion that
causes my daily appearances
here! Please, unspeakable
beings of cosmic horror,
have some tea and a biscuit,
not my brain.