I wish, I were a writer;
The food in my fridge
would still be getting stale,
Except I would have a reason not to look
For my desk was too comfortable
when was writing a tale.
Or maybe my fridge would be empty
for the desk would feel
like a horror movie with
an ending no one wants to know;
And I'd just end up with two more dishes,
One for the night and next afternoon.
Or maybe, my fridge is feeling empty,
Because I hadn't even had a chance
to stand up and walk to it.
For I was so busy writing,
I haven't seen my fridge in days.
Ah! I wish, I were a writer.
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