sometimes it feels like there's no time for anything fun, fluffy or flighty. you want to sit and draw or write and scribble, but too many tasks press in from the out.
but other times, like today, you are home,
ye windows be open,
ye birds be chirpin',
and ye sit down to write but have jack shit to say.
but you click and clack anyway, because just LISTEN to how productive that sounds!
do you hear it? I certainly do.
that is the sound of smarty pants thoughts.
deep poems and profound insights being put into the blogosphere --
and they don't let just anyone in here,
it's not like blogs are free.
it's not as if just anyone can climb onto the internet
and say any words about anything.
it is exclusive and highly selective
the internet suffers no fools.
the internet weeds out the wheat from the chaff
and it won't allow just any mom to crawl in and chat
about how her windows be open, and her birds be chirpin',
and she sits down to write but has jack shit to say.
but she clicks and clacks anyway, because just LISTEN to how productive that sounds!
do you hear it? She certainly does.
that is the sound of her smarty pants thoughts.
deep poems and profound insights being put into the.....you get it. you're clever.