22 October 2012
I thought that if I settled down, My laptop on my knees, Glass of Pinot in my hand, Fingers on the keys...
Silly, I was foolish, then, To think is get it done, Staring at the too-bright screen, The lines just seemed to run.
I wrote but one short title, And then got writers' block, Plugged my iPod on the station, Set it on its dock.
I tried for inspiration then: Pop. Then jazz. Then rap, Classical and Indie Rock, But my fingers wouldn't tap!
A measly little sentence please?! A single lit'rate word?! Is this notion stupid, then? To write? Is it absurd.
The crux is this, unfortunately, This essay's due tomorrow, I feel that I'll be down tonight... Just drowning in my sorrow!
THAT ESSAY. • Opuss № I