Drought Buster

Patter..patter…rap…

I’m so full of crap      

   

Spewing the latest nonsense…  

      

Self indulgent noise

Pontificating profoundly

Hollow words flow freely

This is what happens

when the well runs dry

and the soul is parched

          

Dreams turn to dust 

Creativity gone dry

The only way to get refreshed

is to dig a little deeper

and let the words flow