Poetry

Unbridled Muse (#731)

This notebook is officially closed,
My productivity is completely hosed,
This isn’t what I’m supposed to be doing,
But ideas just keep brewing,
Haven’t I done enough today?
What more can I honestly say?
I can’t seriously have any more!
Closed sign up and lock the door!
It’s like some uncontrollable force,
Can my writer’s voice grow hoarse?
The muse must be heard,
But this is freaking absurd!

Any Thoughts?

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