A maelstrom of words I vomit on the paper
Tempest upon tempest I write as though I’m in some kind of fever
Inspiration to vivre après my demise
This is the way of a writer’s life
Eternally battling the onslaught of locution like some kind of ablution to cleanse my mind
One final word to conclude todays work
For tomorrow I may die
Because life’s a jerk