How does the flipping farm look like?
I’ve never been to one in my life
Sitting and waiting for inspiration to strike
While my mind is in flux and strife
I should be sitting in chair now
Sipping hot glühwein with sis
Listening to her stories; going wow
About her first real french kiss
She said, “write from your heart”
Whatever your soul strives for
Today I don’t feel like writing smut
Don’t want to make writing a bore
I need to push, to finish my art
To sell it. Move on to the next
Do I? Would it really be smart
To spill my blood in the text?