Rufuz does the thinking…too!J

With chains I do to the keyboard remain,

Rufuz does force me to write even through personal blight,

Sometimes I wonder if I will ever again be considered sane,

Whipped and beaten I grovel and kneel here in his domain…

He does growl at me and bark,

Little sleep do I get, he is like a great white shark,

He does sneak up on me from below,

Dragging me from my bed, again I am in terrible woe…

I beg him for relief,

He only does give me further grief,

Whine I do and cry out for help,

He does of my free time take it like a thief…

When will I be given a break?

I cannot much longer keep up this pace and stay awake,

He forces me to write constantly, no breaks even for food,

Maybe while he sleeps I can of his jaw get glued…J

          © ed ~ 7/3/05