In a mess of stress where wiggly worms dwell.
In vacant moments, when all is not well.
My words have vanished from my head.
The stress of it all, well i'm half way dead.
There is a stream infiltrating my brain.
At the present moment, my pen is in pain.
It stabs me and it nudges me.
Just like a one arm bandit.
It's teasing me and taunting me.
Somewhere all's alright.
Tells me one day soon I'll win.
Today's currency is creeping under my skin.
Seem to be, I'm being paid in stress.
Gee **** baby, I'm in such an awful mess.
But I will win, I know I will.
I may be aged, but not over the hill.
(C) Livvi