Okay, this is it.
I am through with this!
I write, and I get blocked
at every turn!
Geez, but this is frustrating!
I sometimes rhyme, but not
today.
Today
I am rhymeless.
Today
I am annoyed.
Today
I am 
tired.
Oh, to be away from work.
It's a tedious process whereas one numbs the mind to simply get
money.
It's not something I would like others to have.
A numb mind is a terrible thing to waste.
I have one now.
It's driving me insane.
I can no longer write.
I can no longer play.
I can no longer imagine.
Today
I sleep.

Another nonesense poem by
Sarah Pearson

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