The Writing Poem
Driving out the words--computer is on fire.
Plot twists so absurd--can't quench protag's desire.
No time for scene cards--mind races three steps ahead.
Killing adjectives--words by the score before bed.
Die bastard adverb--using all senses, yahoo.
Monstrously good verb--maybe I'll start book two.
Now, sit down, shut up and please leave me alone.
By Hemingway's ghost, I'm writing to the bone.
Plot twists so absurd--can't quench protag's desire.
No time for scene cards--mind races three steps ahead.
Killing adjectives--words by the score before bed.
Die bastard adverb--using all senses, yahoo.
Monstrously good verb--maybe I'll start book two.
Now, sit down, shut up and please leave me alone.
By Hemingway's ghost, I'm writing to the bone.
by Rick Bylina
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