All I have are clichés for you
I’ve lost any words of substance
All I have is nonsensical rambling for you
My brain has turned to mush
I reach for my vocabulary, for the endless articles in my mind…
And the database is empty
Was it always like this?
Is this the chemical reaction I produce?
Maybe I have to accept being human in this way
Maybe I have to give in
Maybe it’s just you
Oh, look, another cliché
Next thing you know I’ll be writing for Hallmark cards and fortune cookies
Regurgitating roses are red and fortunes await you
And all because of cats
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