• It's like hanging on a thread...
    The phrase sticks in my mind like bubblegum on your shoes.
    My brain freezes like ice in winter.
    I press enter and the bell goes off on the type-writer.
    My minds blank on what the next sentence or letter will be.
    Rain pours outside my window and lightning flashes.
    I push off the type-writer from table and stop thinking about the book.
    Nothing matters like bubble gum on the shoe.