April 21, 2006

Copywriter’s Block (in not so Iambic Pentameter)












When unfamiliar laughter was reason enough to kill

When the world looked the same upside down

When hunger pangs butchered the atheist in me

And tea cups were big enough to drown…

When genius simmered in a shallow pot

When The Ego reached the finish line before ID

When the pen refused to follow my command

And music was consumed with greed…

When paper smelt the same as Russians

When batteries died out sooner than rage

When perfumes made me feel miserable

And I was still on the same page…

When the keyboard was overworked

When the rain was hot and the sun was cold

When statutory warnings were shown the finger

And the body grew another fold…

When characters in my head attended their own funerals

When fun began on a lost highway

When ideas froze like a Friday-evening-climax

And started from there the following Monday…

I took a coffee-break.