My Cup Overflows

My cup overflows

No, not the dumb, sweet honey song

And not from singers

That gen-x and others never have known

No. It overflows with imagination, dreams, and uneasy anticipation

Stronger than Steve Austin.

Mightier than the biggest river.

Would that be backwards Nile or whistle-happy Mississippi?

If I could cast all this in for gold or British pounds,

Titanium, platinum, or diamond unbound?

I would have millions or billions or trillions or gazillions.

To make up for the tears in my body, my life, and my soul,

That the three terrible muses have caused (mostly terrible, sometimes terrible, oh, alright, NOT TERRIBLE)

I feel the dam breaking

Unable to hold it all back

Overflowing with words I cannot take back, nor can I keep up, or remember it well.

Of course that’s a danger that makes me very ill.

If you dream of being creative, writer, or poet.

PLEASE MAKE SURE YOU HAVE INSURANCE

AND A DAY JOB.