My laptop clicks when I type.
Click-Click-Click
And even when i'm not quite sure what it is i'm typing,
it still clicks onward.
Click-Click-Click
Onward, as if I was typing something important.
My fingers dancing sporadically over keys,
in that same heavy-
Click-Click-Click
But,when I look up, I just see jumbled letters, meaningless little black doodles sprawled across the screen,lifeless conglomerations of things I know and don't.
Click-
Maybe I just wanted to hear the sound.

Once upon a midnight,windy,
Graveyard heavy, tombstone weary,
Rose a man of great renowned-
The writer of which works can be found
Classroom sat in many a volume galore.
As the news and folk declare-
The dead whose lungs again took in air,
The writer who now stood before-
T’was Poe (and raven) of “Nevermore”.

“So if it be daemon, omen, curse or hex-”
In deciding action next, he spoke forth these words of old,
“I have been given further morrow, time of which furthers my sorrow,
Yet if I may this new life borrow- borrow perhaps to bring prose more-
In the hope,to continue prose more-
Pen to paper I’ll restore.”

Many a night spent struggling to create rhymes anew,
Edgar realized how language had changed,
For **** no longer meant to slay, and his beloved had turned to bae!
On his desk the perched bird had flown-
To say these words in had it flown-
Quoth the Raven “Just use Rhymezone.”