Robert Charles Howard - Psychic Fur Balls

Some days
I'm just poemed out.
Blank screen between the ears.

But then -
A tickle in the throat,
A few coughs
Followed by a whole lot of hacking
And out rolls a nice psychic fur ball.

Ah, that feels better!
I guess I'll post it.

Robert Charles Howard

http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/psychic-fur-balls/