Portrait of the Digital Poet At Work

I write a poem, revise it, try again and again, another revision, maybe ten Ready to post, so I click -- and, peeking at it, then realize that it needs to be changed yet again And now I'm stuck, just can't get it quite right Oh! Fellow poets must be viewing it. I'm getting uptight -- I'm trying my hardest. guys, … with all of my might as a new awareness creeps over me: What a sorry sight I must be, beads of sweat popping out everywhere My irritation rising, as I tear at my hair ... Will I ever find the word … the phrase … I glare at the screen … It's just gotta be there -- Yes! Finally! I've got it. At last! -- So I bang out a tune on the laptop, the keys fairly clang When, omg! What is this?! -- Is the system down? My bubble burst, I curse and I frown ... Till I take a deep breath, then exhale real slowly To acknowledge this truth: The best poems get finished when the ego is lowly