Uninspired

Hey comrades.

                              Uninspired;

                              Lifeless;

Going through the same routine over . . .  and . . . over,

                                                        Over-and-over.

Lotsa laugh, here and there.

Giggles and chuckles, there were.

Never heard the drums beating in my head,

like it used to.

Hoping inspiration would pass by me

Or maybe my muse would awake from its slumber

Sing to me, Muse

Strum your harp or something

to get my gears turning


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