Basically, Alexandra,
You are not cut out for this.
You try, I know; it's understandable,
But a narrative won't bring you bliss.
A hurricane, which reigns a plane,
Which causes pain, not snow, nor rain.
Is this really what you want?
A story, but without a plot.
I can tell that you cannot,
But you ought to catch a thought.
An abstract thought? An afterthought? Maybe ask that Cypriot...
"That Cypriot has things to do.
If I panic, why should you?"
I'm not panicking, Alexandra; Sandra?
Does Sandy still speak of propaganda?
Oh, here you go again.
Hurricane Sandy?
Do I not come in handy?
Just give up. Is this worth your night?
Write something good or jump in the headlights.
Write, rewrite, write, rewrite.
Is this how you find delight?
