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!