Nothing feels more perfect
than holding it in my hand;
tap it down, twirl it around,
stroking it to beat the band.
So rigid against my fingers,
ready to pump creative juice;
tap it down, twirl it around,
I can’t wait to churn it loose!
My head is full of fantasies,
yet nothing seems to come;
tap it down, twirl it around,
I’m beginning to feel numb.
Not even mental lubrication
from a muse seems to work;
tap it down, twirl it around,
let it rest, you stubborn jerk!
~gj duerrschmidt
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