Lord Bugg

What is it to relax?

Let me back track

My life feels like crisis after crisis

Each reprieve is priceless

But the price is

To place this

Writing to work

It’s a perk to percolate

My words to paper drip

Brew and sip each rip a trip

But on the flip side

I get caught in the rip tide

Of my works and go under

Life pulled asunder

Because I disconnect

To write these words direct

The facts I’m fighting

I relax by writing

If I may ask,

How do you relax?