Writing Jag
I’ve put down the paper and pen,
‘Cause I just couldn’t say when;
The poems I’ve been writing,
Are screaming and fighting,
“Re-write us, before we offend!”
But the dishes and floors are unwashed;
My cooking has really been quashed;
My cupboards are bare,
And I just don’t dare,
On the head, I’m gonna get coshed.
So tell me, what do you do,
When the words keep flowing in you;
Do you cease your real life,
And suffer the strife;
To the muse do you always stay true?
Now you see of what I am speaking;
My errands and chores are still keeping.
But if I had the choice,
I’d capture this voice,
For the words are all here, paper seeking.
Copyright © Deb Radke | Year Posted 2010
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