Can’t think, brain’s numb: inspiration won’t come.
Children cried; I’m fried. Friday’s glow already died.
Poop on boots; bike helmet like a noose
Think I’ve got a few screws loose.
Kids in bed, legs feel like lead.
Can’t even read what I just said.
Husband- T.V. That’s just groovy.
Facebook- your just like a movie.
Saturday’s coming; feel like humming.
Hope the headache still ain’t drumming.
Good Night everyone!
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