I’m sitting here writing and I’m starting to think,
that the thing that I’m writing has started to stink
I’m revising and working but it’s not going well.
Seems nothing I do can get rid of this smell.
So, I go to the trash bin with five thousand words,
that assembled, resembled nothing but turds.
Now I’m once again writing and I have a defense.
When I edit this nonsense, I’ll burn some incense.