Oh great, it's you again.

Every time I get comfortable, take a sip of hot chocolate,
Open up a book or Word Document.
You come into my life.
Without even knocking, just kicking down the door,
You've come to give me strife.

Oh no, what do you want now?

No, I don't want you to come in. I'm not happy to see you.
I've got a serious bone to pick with you, dude.
Why is it, when I try and write,
My creativity, you have to smite?!

Wait, what the fuck is in that bag?
What the fuck are you looking for?

Oh no, don't you dare get the chains out!
Procrastination, brain pausing, hands shaking,
to the tunes of pencils breaking.
I try and salvage what's in my Google Docs,
Just the title, it's not a lot.

You put that memory gun back where it came from!

So help me, I will tear it from your hands!
No, don't you point the barrel at me!
Leave my ideas alone, let me free! Let me free!!
No don't, don't put me on mute, or I swear-

Hey!!! Put that-....

You shot me, didn't you.
And now you unchain me, taking my ideas too.

See you, whoever you are.

Wait.....what was I writing again?