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.