He procrastinates, he reads
She masturbates, she sleeps
He whines and he mopes
She daydreams and hopes
He makes coffee, he eats
She paints the nails on her feet
He makes a drink, he takes a toke
She makes and outline, but then writes jokes
He types and types and types for hours
She gets an idea, but then it sours!
He falls asleep with his head on his typewriter
She sits Indian style, flicking her lighter
On and on it goes….
Ode to the life of a writer