Though Amply Rested, I Still Yawn

And feel energized after light exercise doth spawn an mental impasse, where endeavor to coax literary creativity analogous to a figurative curtain drawn shut tight within thy noggin unresponsive even when brute force strongly applied, but still... no progress made come crack of dawn, thus temporarily abandon intent to craft satisfactory poem or prose, which coveted brainstorm burst adrip saturating yours truly head to toes dribbling out nostrils, asper my porpoise size nose, hence this feeble effort to appease with no expected attaboy, kudos, bravoes... discerning whaling imploring be sea ching, sans anonymous followers waiting for me to compose meaningless gibberish or profound nugget of wisdom to disclose while thrashing within cyber sea, possibly abandoning ambition to compose superbly coined adage eye catchingly exotic as silk negligee pantyhose (yea...perhaps send near nude selfie) or chuck stocking favoring frescoes tattooed across flesh accentuating anatomical contours wharf flexing muscles simulates geckoes (albeit selling progressive insurance) appearing to slither across body electric predictably ejaculating Freudian peccadillos, now bolt upright awake, no longer sleepy, but dwarfed by giant spuds, no small potatoes eh...yar right to deem this poker face one among many bumptious desperadoes, and mooch hoe gracias reading poem bumbling, degenerating, fizzling... into lobbying primal salvoes.