A Really Bad Poem

Once upon a daytime sunny my muse thought it’s be really funny to sit upon my highest shelf, to try and make me laugh at myself as I banged my head upon my keyboard yelling out – Nevermore! 

I’m stuck in the middle where things get murky and all I can think about is that muse being smirky as I just continue to bang my head against that invisible wall, the place where this frakking book has seemed to stall out.

Well I stood up and shook the shelf hoping to make that smirked up muse fall on itself and no these lines don’t make much sense but then that is the consequence of too little sleep and too much caffeine. 

But onward I know I much press if nothing else to release some stress over these sentences that I have written knowing full well I have been bitten by the need to keep on writing so it’s time I stop this internal fighting and sit down in a friendly fashion and let my muse work out it’s magical passion through my brain and out to the page.