I am writing to say

I have nothing to say

It’s hard to be clever

At the end of the day

 

My head has a pain

That is driving me mad

The aches and the pains

Are making me sad

 

This is sappy and lame

This poem just plain stinks

There’s a blur in my eye

And I have cramps in my feet

 

The day was a long one

And another tomorrow

I need a vacation

Some time I can borrow

 

So I’m writing to say

I am burned to a crisp

Pooped out and brain fried

Tapped out and I quit

 

 

 

By Diane E. Dockum

© April 21, 2016