Tuesday, May 03, 2005


You sit in the corner of my eye
like unwashed gob, i can't espy.
i scribble, i slash and... rewrite
rhymes, iambs and dactyls i fight.
You smirk, You sneer, play hard to get
i write, i fight, you make me sweat.
You squat heavily in my head
bursting weak verses. Overfed.

Oh! begone you beast, I order you
sullied are the words you spew.
Leave me alone, Oh begone!
I've a brilliant idea to build upon.

But You stay unheeding, in my eye
causing all my thoughts to die.
i live vanquished, i come undone
You smirk the joy of a battle won.