Brainfracked

Story after story

Idea after idea

I can't keep up, my brain is addled

Whenever the game is 'afoot'

And the brain needs its clarity

Sherlock Holmes never eats

Sure, he will enhance his senses

With 'kokane' when inspiration is needed

'Hopium' dens were as prolific and ubiquitous

As Starbucks now are on every corner

But when he prowled and stalked, observed and watched

He never failed to get his man, woman or beast

While wading through darkness, muck and mire

As the case may require ~~~~

So be it with me, when writing my stories

Hunched over the faithful computer screen

My fingers flying as the words, ideas arrive

From the various branches of the Cerebral Cortex

Frantically I 'scribble' as idea after idea bombard my senses

My eyes are so riveted to the screen,

I know not the day nor the hour

You would think me Shakespeare or Poe

Like Einstein, my hair is disheveled, not even a brush

(Not a pleasant sight)

When hunger attacks, I reach for availability

Peanuts, fruits and lots of water (mostly tepid)

Now I am a bit plump, but I don't want to die

Since I don't use hopium or kokane

To keep the mind beasts at bay

Five, six stories are open in different tabs

Um...wait...what was I saying again?

My frazzled brain has too many tabs open

I have got to take a break............

And a bath...phew!

Grudgingly I head to the loo, to take a pew and wee!

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