Poor Kay

Why is it that I’m only creative when I’m tired?

Too exhausted to fully develop a thought,

Friends ask me to elaborate,

I tell them that I’m done,

They walk away shaking their heads,

Never satisfied.

People tell me that I need God,

I cry,

I know they’re right,

I need God, Molokai, Vishnu, Jehovah,

They say I should let Him take the wheel,

But I took driver’s ed,

I know better than that.

Poor Kay,

I don’t know