Useless Keyboard Poem by Hidden Red

Stain marks from forbidden fruit
guilt splotches on separate keys
Staring at the symbol hp
while inspiration evades me
The opposite of the chemical pH
and now come senseless
pointless, somewhat bizarre observations
of the piece of matter
that fueled my writing momentum
which seems to have gone on a lunch break
leaving an exhausted girl
metaphorically banging her cranium
on the wooden desk threatening to fight back
unless she got up from the wrinkled white leather
and slumped down stairs
for another pit stop
which has been done many times before
So this once she searches for a vegetable
and marches back up like a retired soldier
sick of following orders
to start the progress-less cycle all over again