Lunar-Tic Poem by Phil Soar

The lunar moon is here again
My brain is all at sea
with words all flowing from the site
Emerging constantly
They don't make sense
But shake my core
I have to write them down
They keep on coming, more and more
And make my eyebrows frown
Nonsense flows like a raging stream
A torrent alphabetically
Some of it good and mostly bad
But nevertheless Systemically
When will it stop?
I never know
I'll wake up late one day,
My mind will be blank
The words won't come
And empty alphabet bank!