Inspiration - a poem

Scott was a novelist
One day he went to an art galley
Inspired by the experience, he decided to take a leaf out of visual artists books
And he hired a nude model to be his muse
The resulting novel was an abject failure
Yet countless other male novelists still felt the experiment warranted copying

Proof Of Hope And Happy Endings

'Oh no'

I thought as I was coming out of my evening slumber. 

I could feel it in my upper left temple.

It was coming.

It was imminent. 

It was horrible. 

A zit was brewing. 

And based on the size of the sore area this was going to be a monster. 

'Will it fit under a hat?' I pleaded.

But no, it was too far down my face.

'I could start leaving my fringe over my forehead?' I reasoned.

But no, I find that mildly annoying. 

It was hopeless. 

I was destined to be a stupid zit head once more. 

Left to scourge the dark alleys to hide my shame. 

But then.

Like a ray of brilliant warming light.

It basked upon me. 

'Oh that's right, late last night while trying to turn on the bathroom light, I friggin' head-butted the corner of the medicine cabinet'

It hurt a lot.

This isn't a zit growing. 

It's just a full on dong smashing my face into furniture bruise. 

And in that moment, my stupid bruised face said it all - hope is there for us all!