story in my head//not on paper

by Fred Aiken

i have this story in my head
and it sounds all original and interesting,
but then i go to write it, and i discover that i no longer have fingers to type,
and then my eyesight slowly starts to fade until all 
i see is blurred squiggles dancing on a screen,
laughing at how i can’t finish a thought,
so i might as well go play mario kart