How Effortless You Madness Write For Madness End Sake

How effortless you seem to write Under said paraffin oil and candor lit background It's almost as if one can hear the nib of your feathered quill draped in ink Scratch away at the parchment you are scribing your every intricately woven thought down upon And with furrowed brow you try your level best to articulate your true purpose and it's meaning Starring blankly at the ceiling for any form of guidance in order to speed the process of discovery somehow up With as many bites of paper as ideas begun and started just as soon discarded and tossed aside As and for nothing but the truly worthy will be deemed good enough to survive the final edit and critical cut Because once this here you're final chapter is complete and time has come to place your name upon the docket One best be sure that in time this work if yours will stand the test of time And not come back to haunt you when you're fledgling career falls upon hard times and starts to spiral down And what at first seemed so effortless it flowed from and out of every pour of your soul and being Seems ever rather more forced and best described as clutching at straws Than primacy electric totally off the cuff and both flawed but at the same time adorable eccentric and eclectic Like something more akin to the screen on a Kindle Than justifiably bound in leather and found primarily only on the shelves of private well read library collector's Who do so wishing to preserve notable additions regarded as classic pieces of literature that at all costs must be preserved Just incase this was the Author's one and only work of substance He then published and tried thereafter but in vain to follow up Which unfortunately over time drove him to the point of virtual insanity In the end he sadly left him unable to even spell his name