Oh blank page of awesome that I spin from my head,
blindingly white on gray matter in my brain shed.
I come before you today to ask Thee to slightly shade Thy shining in the wee hours so that I may get some actual f’in work done before one in the gd morning.
Oh, and say hello to my night-owl muse. Buy them a bottle of something strong and sweet. We don’t want them to be pissed. Well, in British terms maybe, but not mad. No, not mad.