Masochistic Nightmare
This thing called writing is not my idea of fun!
it looks so easy when the inspiration is there
but a pain in the **** when none is coming.
Oh, to be sitting in front of this old computer
squeezing each drop from this useless brain
in futility when nothing at all is working within.
I have been chewing on this damn bubble gum
that had lost all its sweetness yet I am still at it,
it's my jaws having a good workout, not my skull.
How many more chewing gums are left to grind on
and stick under the chair when no one is looking?
ah, I'm getting tired of this masochistic nightmare.
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