I'm not sure if I need to listen to Eminem less, or more...

[kryptonitemonkey]

It might be sublime
to find the time
to express myself
in simple rhyme

To forget the rest
and pass that test
to elate my mind
and do my best

But sitting down
with none around
I lose my thoughts
and make no sound

I feel the pulse beating
and in my head bleating
ideas longing for form
for substance and meaning

I don't mean to be terse
and it feels like each verse
could go on forever
and get better, not worse

But the muse flees the mind
leaving little behind
like leaves so long adrift
searching, nary to find

When the beat comes to me
and it's all I can see
I want to write it down
and speak it faithfully

But were I thus verbose
my thoughts ever so close
I could not find the means
and would grow quite morose