Excuses

 A tiny nest of excuses

I found when at the Who's

I quickly snatched

and hid them

up my sleeves and

in my shoes,

I don't think

that no one saw me

as I hurried

back to when,

I took them home

and fed them

and built a wire pen,

I've had excuses

ever since,

and some have grown

so hairy - 

I keep them now

in circus tents

and some

I have to carry,

I feed them lies

and twisted tales -

throughout their life's

duration,

and from wooden troughs

it never fails

they sip 

procrastination. 

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