There is no meaning

At  all.

After the words have run off

and the scribbles dribbling across

jumbled up lines

crazy vines

hopping on the other

trying to get away

the writer eating hay

out of sheer desperation

trying to flock them in a way

so that he has something to say

but the letters in tatters

words shattered

scribbles in a mess

the dribbles fasten their belts

to run away from the eraser's caress

no one listens anymore

no wonder nothing makes sense

all is a forest dense

like monkeys on a screaming offense

The writers growling face

his writing in disgrace

the sentences have jumped ship

the story has suffered a nip

The scissors come out 

and the paper is all snip ,snip, snip

In long tears is the paper.

the writer in a stupor

he can take it no more

he shows the word, scribbles and dribbles

the door

and himself falls to the floor

I guess he will be writing no more!

The meaning finds it demeaning to stay any longer

The writer screams 'What did I do wrong?"!