This poem goes out to my mother. Last night I turned to her and asked, "Challenge me. Tell me the most unique creative line you can think of and I'll write something form it." She starred and said, "My brain is empty." So, thanks for the inspiration mom, even if you didn't mean it.

My brain is empty

The cat chewed it while

He waited for my return

From hell up in the clouds

He sucked on its creative juices

While I sat still and impatient

He toyed with it as

It stretched and expanded

Mesmerized by this gray mass

So soft and squishy

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