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
(1989)
I appreciate that you took the time to stop by and liked my poem. Hope you are all having a good weekend.
is that word what I think it is? “..he takes a toke..” lol. Funny! and I did have a good weekend, hope you did too.
I’m not ignorant to the ways writers avoid writing. I tell it like I see it!
This is the part where if I had little little soul, I would say, “You go girlfriend!”. But since I lack the requirement, I’ll just say, “c’est fantastique!”
you crack me up!
In that case, just consider it as a laughter for my writer friend, with love 🙂
Don’t you hate people that plagiarize? lol
ummm…did you mean sours with an S or just sour…? Anyway love this poem! Cheers 🙂
I did indeed, thank you, it’s been corrected : ) And thank you, I appreciate it!
Yes the blank page. The pix of the typewriter too is very nice. Brings back memories of a time which seems a long time ago now.
I really like this. I am a writer too and can relate to it well
Thanks very much! Oh the blank page, right? : )
Great one! Have you ever read Christia J Knight`s- Black Lilies?
Thank you! No I haven’t but I will now : )
Thank you for sharing this. I like it a lot!
I’m glad to hear it, thanks for reading it!! How did you come up with the name of your blog?
Poignant and beautifully flowing. 🙂 Wow, you can do poetry too!
Rach.