NaPoWriMo Day 16

 Day 16 a mix of prompts

NaPowrimo - curtailed sonnet
Poetry Society - curse

May you be famous, famous for nothing
so they recognise you on TV,
may you be good, but guilty of something,
so you worry about what might have been,
may you be bitter when they want sweet,
may you be clever but have to try,
may you be hungry but too full to eat
may you ask how, but be told why,
may you never write a poem in rhyme
without it trembling on its feet,
may you always run clean out of time.

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