Paper...check
Pen...check
Have I forgotten anything
Oh yea, that little item I refer to as a brain

So I guess I best unpack this mess
From inside my cranium
Take it out and dust it off
If this job is to get done

If I could only find where I put that rhyme
Was it in pile right or in pile left
Maybe it slipped out of my head
While I slept tight last night in my bed

As I make my way from the start of this day
One thing I'm sure I'll find
Insanity I think for me will be good company
On this here poetic ride