Trickle Down

Each day

We receive an alloted amount of creativity.

I probably get more than you.

In fact, I probably get more

Than you and your circle of friends

Put together.

This is because Fate loves me.

Probably because I'm asian.

As each hour ticks by

Witty retorts

Brilliant pieces of code

And drug seeking behaviour

Reduce the amount of creativity remaining.

Kind of like a gas tank

Full of methamphetamine.

I have a pretty big side project.

It's hard.

Like, calculus hard.

Difficult projects excite me.

So now I'm all over it

Like Rain Man.

Every day the sun goes down.

And most people go to sleep

And have the dreams

That fill up their tanks

Like a coke mule receiving his parcel.

Except of course

That dreams don't always hurt.

But I can't work forever.

I will be back

Very, very soon.