Hey Kids, Crush Those Dreams

“I read the news today, oh boy,”

Sorry, songs in my head annoy.

This may be a yell,

or it’ll just smell.

Here’s another limerick. Enjoy.

I read about giant fluffy octopi,

now twisted in my mind’s eye.

Arms flailing,

words trailing,

scribbling, trying to save this guy.

What is it with this giant octopi?

Suddenly hijacked in my sigh.

To this diatribe,

do you subscribe?

Writing, trying to detoxify.

Another writer lost his dreams.

The work-life balance beyond his means.

Less a rant,

more Gregorian chant.

But in my head, I hear his screams.

Tell ’em about working a job you hate.

Earning more, but a jailed inmate.

Yes, tell us again, dad,

why you’re sad.

Help us dream a better fate.

Punching keys to find writing streams,

better than time spent counting beans.

So I stare at this giant octopi,

using it to fuel my lullaby.

To rekindle and save my writing dreams.

Footnotes for this latest limerick,

more than just a winded gimmick.

But a word like this,

a poet’s abyss.

Trying to rhyme, nearly shat a brick.

‘A Day in the Life’, the Beatles’ song,

where the lyric doth belong.

Things stuck in the head,

they must be said,

and so this limerick doth prolong.

And finally, I used ‘octopus’ in plural word.

Because ‘Octopuses’ sounds absurd.

I used the Latin, ‘octopi’.

From inspiration started by:

Asterion Avocado, a friend and poet nerd.