When I’m All Out Of Ideas

I’m lonesome and sad, I’m morbid and bad

     When I’m all out of ideas;

I’m in for a spell of the veriest hell

     When I am all out of ideas.

The world is a dull and a dingy old place

Despair it is written all over my face,

My friends put me down as a junk of disgrace

When I am all out of ideas.

I sit and I mope like an eater of dope

     When I am all out of ideas;

My trusting young wife is in fear of her life,

     When I am all out of ideas.

My neighbors desert me as everyone should

I can’t eat or sleep as I formerly could;

I’m simply a subject toe “take to the wood”,

     When I am all out of ideas.

Sometimes do I pen some rocky stuff when

     I find myself out of ideas;

I hammer and hack to coax the muse back

     When I am all out of ideas.

I hammer and haggle and puggle and punt,

And put all my would-be fine writing to rout –

And that’s what I’ve done to get this verse out,

     In order to get back my ideas.

March 6, ‘06