Flatlined

I feel like writing today,

but my brain is dead.

Maybe I’ll just vegetate,

water plants instead.

Have myself some beers,

listen to some jazz,

just kick back chillaxin’,

all that razzmatazz.

A Simple Simon recluse,

forget about the fair.

Keep a good buzz going,

sitting in this chair.

I feel like writing today,

but my brain is dead.

Think I’ll get shit faced,

then go back to bed.