Oh, words! Why do you torture me?
You spin inside my head -
I hear you from the morning light
Until I'm tucked in bed;
You cry to me unending,
You interrupt my chores -
I run for pen and paper
To record those sounds of yours;
Some of you are happy,
Some of you are sad,
But most of all you pester
And contrive to drive me mad!
If I try to block you
And pretend that you're not there,
I'll hear you on the radio!
Do any of you care
About the stress you cause me?
I guess the answer's 'No',
Because here comes another poem -
And on and on you go!
Linda Ori
http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/inspiration-overload/
