- Sometimes the brain freezes up, and my train of thought goes south or maybe east.
- There is nothing left to say, write, post or tweet: on these days, I am at my least.
- It's not really famine or feast, it's more like I conjure up a beast.
- This state of mind hacker hyena I'd like released. It's like I've raised a zombie brain deceased.
- Could I get it exorcised by a priest?
- I need my mental wheels somehow now greased!
- Maybe it works to get my vocabulary increased?
- No, I've figured it out: rhyming is this dearth-of-ideas-doughy-mind's yeast!
By Richard The Chwalek!
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