The babies are crying
The radio's on
My creative impulse
Is in the red zone

My nerve's are all frazzled
My mind's on the lam
I need to be somewhere
Besides where I am

No deep thoughts, no sad verse
No heartfelt feeling
No contemplative prose
Cause my head's reeling

Sensory overload
Of the nursery kind
If I don't escape soon
I will lose my mind

Terri Lyn Stanfield

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