Words

All I see when I close my eyes

are confused letters

scrambling together in a race to see which group can

coagulate the most intellectual and complex run-on sentence

as fast as possible.

Disorganized, dyslexic, disillusioned,

what is their deal?

Why can't these thoughts get their crap together?

It's most certainly not my fault!

I come up with the ideas,

I'm the brains of this operation,

and they had ONE job, one stinkin' job-

putting my ideas in

complete, cohesive, and slightly artistic

sentences.

Can they do that? Nope.

I ought to fire them; clearly I can do a better job.

Must the brain do everything?