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He goes through each day
obsessing over how to
increase his earnings.
Times are hard.
He's drowning in debt;
his bills gradually piling up.
Creditors bug him so much,
he feels like screaming;
soon landlord will come knocking.
He consolidated his loans;
it hasn't made much of a difference
He asked his boss for overtime,
nothing doing.
He applied for a second job,
no dice. He's still waiting for a call back.
He wants to start a home business,
but doesn't enough start up cash.
Desperation is gradually setting in.
He's put unneeded clothes
on consignment,
he's holding garage sale,
rationing food,
clipping coupons,
exercising for free,
shopping in thrift stores,
bicycling to work
and he's cut cable television
down to basic. Anything...
to decrease his spending.
Date written: 03/09/2021
Here I sit, the screen is blank
Nothing is coming to mind
I search and search my tiny brain
For a theme of any kind
Nothing doing, my brain is numb
It's happened to me before
When it does I panic and sweat
I pace up and down the floor
Wait a minute something's coming
My brain freeze disappears where it lay
I know the feeling all too well
It's cataclysmic, I'd have to say
I frantically type as verses flow
Don't stop me now I'm in the zone
It's a weird creative frenzy I'm in
My brain is not my own
As words begin to fill the screen
Can't believe just what I see
A poem appears just like magic
And it's signed by little old me
Now tell me how this happens
This brain freeze phenomenon
I wish I could get control of it
It appears and then it's gone!
Here I sit, the screen is blank
Nothing is coming to mind
I search and search my tiny brain
For a theme of any kind
Nothing doing, my brain is numb
It's happened to me before
When it happens panic takes over
I pace up and down the floor
Wait a minute something's coming
A brain fart is on it's way
I know the feeling all too well
Cataclysmic, I'd have to say
I frantically type as verses flow
Don't stop me I'm in the zone
It's a weird creative frenzy I'm in
My brain is functioning on my own
As words begin to fill the screen
Can't believe what my eyes do see
A poem appears just like bloody magic
And it's signed by little old me
Now tell me how this happens I beg
This brain fart phenomenon
Wish I could really get control of it
It's appears and then it's gone!
I miss when he calls me duchess
I miss when he screams out Bambi
I miss when he softly says babe
I miss when he whispers babim
I miss when they swing kisses on my ears then my neck slightly moves to have me say I miss all of you.
the reason I left I remember not.
but deep in my heart I know you all tried your best to put a smile on my face.
it's just one man standing
it's more tiring cos I have no one to Lean on when he chooses work over me.
yeah! he's mad at me.
why?
because the only spare time he has to see me, I create work for myself .
it doesn't make me happy
it doesn't mean I don't miss him as much,
it means if he’s always busy during weekdays.
I get busy too during weekends.
so we are both busy and cannot make love.
when he's free I’m not
and when I am, he's not.
definitely not my fault.
if he cannot create time to see me during weekdays because of his work.
I just have to make myself busy here,
even though I have nothing doing.
hello! am busy sleeping.
it shouldn't seem like I’m the only one begging to see.
I’m not the only one in the ship.
I don't give a damn...
the part that would get me so crazy is when we fail to see,
and I head back to school, then he indulges in any immoral act and tries to justify himself by saying.
"when I needed you, you weren't they"
Then I'll ask him, so you created time to F.. k a pussy that's not mine?
That's it... it's over.
Form:
Here I sit, the screen is blank
Nothing is coming to mind
I search and search my tiny brain
For a theme of any kind
Nothing doing, my brain is numb
It's happened to me before
When it happens panic takes over
I pace up and down the floor
Wait a minute something's coming
A brain fart is on it's way
I know the feeling all too well
Cataclysmic, I'd have to say
I frantically type as verses flow
Don't stop me I'm in the zone
It's a weird creative frenzy I'm in
My brain is functioning on my own
As words begin to fill the screen
Can't believe what my eyes do see
A poem appears just like bloody magic
And it's signed by little old me
Now tell me how this happens I beg
This brain fart phenomenon
Wish I could really get control of it
It's appears and then it's gone!
© Jack Ellison 2015
Here I sit, the screen is blank
Nothing is coming to mind
I search and search my tiny brain
For a theme of any kind
Nothing doing, my brain is numb
It's happened to me before
When it does I panic and sweat
I pace up and down the floor
Wait a minute something's coming
A brain fart is on it's way
I know the feeling all too well
It's cataclysmic, I'd have to say
I frantically type as verses flow
Don't stop me I'm in the zone
It's a weird creative frenzy I'm in
My brain is not my own
As words begin to fill the screen
Can't believe just what I see
A poem appears just like magic
And it's signed by little old me
Now tell me how this happens
This brain fart phenomenon
I wish I could get control of it
It's appears and then it's gone!
©Jack Ellison 2012
Here I sit, the screen is blank
Nothing is coming to mind
I search and search my tiny brain
For a theme of any kind
Nothing doing, my brain is numb
It's happened to me before
When it happens panic takes over
I pace up and down the floor
Wait a minute something's coming
A brain fart is on it's way
I know the feeling all too well
Cataclysmic, I'd have to say
I frantically type as verses flow
Don't stop me I'm in the zone
It's a weird creative frenzy I'm in
My brain is functioning all on my own
As words begin to fill the screen
Can't believe what my eyes do see
A poem appears just like bloody magic
And it's signed by little old me
Now tell me how this happens I beg
This brain fart phenomenon
Wish I could really get control of it
It's appears and then it's gone!
© Jack Ellison 2014