Motivation Poem by Bill Marcy

Face up
All I see is ceiling
It feels like
My brain's firing
Mach 3
About nothing at all
Or maybe nothing
That I can track down
and catch
Right?

My pencil in hand
I give my brain the ok
But nothing, there's:
No inspiration
A vexing temptation
to assume
There's a blockage
In the synapses
Instead of
no spark at all

Perhaps I just need
More gasoline
(Or maybe
I'm watching
The pot
With no water poured in)
Yes,
I'm now convinced
That
Gasoline would
Do the flame good.