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Written for Mother of All Poetry contests |
| An Alpha poem? Sounds like a Big challenge. I'll try. My day's been drab. Come up with a topic.. Darn! drawing a blank so far, this is starting out bad. Eventually, a subject has to surface. Feeling confident I'll think of Good subjects, I keep writing. Hey! maybe I could write about fish. I don't really like fish, maybe fungi? Jeeze! I know, I'll write about O.J, Kleenex, and the essentials you need when you are sick. Lame, I know. Oh well, Maybe describe a summer storm? No not good, I'm back to square one again. Other people write poems like this so Perfectly. All my ideas are crap. Quit while you're ahead, I say, cause nothing ends with Q. Racing thoughts keep me typing for Some reason. There has To be a good idea, I can't Understand my lack of creativity. Do You? Veins pop out on my forehead. I need an IV With some extra strength brain food, now. X-rays of my brain will probably show a hex Yeah, that's it. Somebody thinks this is funny. Zapping my brain cells, turning my highly intelligent brain into fuzz. |