October 2 - If I shake my head it won’t even rattle.

There’s nothing in my empty head
I think I should have stayed in bed
The keyboard sits in front and thinks

The stuff she’s typing really stinks

There’s nothing in my empty head
I think I’ll clean the fridge instead

I know I have to post some stuff
But boy today it’s mighty tough
Where sometimes there are tons of words
There’s just some lousy lumps of turds
There’s nothing in my empty head
I think I’ll scrub the floor instead

I know there’s times my words just flow
Like crazy weeds they grow and grow
But not today, they lag behind
I have a constipated mind
There’s nothing in my empty head
I think I’ll just crawl back in bed.