Poetic Justice: Tribute

This is a poem.

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I had the greatest poem in my head
Greatest thing never written
Ironically, I couldn't find a pen
So, as I laid in my bed
The sands of time rewrite what I said
Instantly forgotten
Was there a word I had invented?
Try as I might
The next day, I could not write
I threw a tantrum, a hissy fit
Still, my foresight was poorly lit
And all that was left
Before the hazy memory theft
Was the beginning, not the end
Before I pressed reject instead of send
Was: In a bar walk two turkeys
The bartender was dressed as Hercules
The rest, never to be known
The dog never got his bone