The Writer's Lament
© 2011 by Payne
(Something I wrote many moons ago, probably late at night.)
© 2011 by Payne
(Something I wrote many moons ago, probably late at night.)
Another hour wasted...
The keys seem to hate me,
The computer screen is an endless sea.
Thinking about the fridge...I’m tearin’ out my hair.
Pages on the floor...slipped today...broke my chair.
Another day wasted...
The keys are terribly mean,
I feel the need to punch the computer screen.
Might go to the fridge...grass needs a trim.
Can't concentrate...dishes are piling up...sink is filled to the brim.
Another week wasted...
The keys are grinning,
The computer is winning.
House is a mess...laundry’s gone to hell.
Cupboard’s getting bare...bills aren't paid...not doing so well.
Where’s the month gone?
Broke the keyboard,
Broke the motherboard.
Eating...sleeping...lazing around the house.
Jeans don’t fit...fridge is empty...can’t find my mouse...
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