Come On

Ideas are slapping me in the gut today. I shove one, another falls, one urges me to play. I bite them and smash them and slash them to bits. They keep coming back, not caring if I scream or have fits. Come on! I say to my imagination. Give me a break. She takes out a potato and starts broiling a steak. A pink dinosaur with orange dots stands on my head. I guess these ideas will keep coming until I am dead.,