I am so mad, I could spit!
The reason’s mine-This is it:

I am dejected, forlorn
I mourn for children not born
My creations, never writ
-could not find the time that fit
Then someone gave me three stars
That hurt and left writing scars
One day I was just too tired
And, yes, I was uninspired
Then I watched a TV show
Which made my words a no go
A soda spill on keyboard
-now no chance for award
Sometimes I’m sad, so I cry
On those days, no words will fly
I need to gain discipline
To neglect a gift is sin