This dreaded disease has invaded my brain.
Nevermore do great ideas transform without pain.
Connection between pen and paper broken,
Inable to write down opinions I have spoken.
The wheels deep inside have ceased their turning,
In spite of all the deep thoughts still churning.
So many feelings I strongly wish to voice,
but the blinding fog within won't give me that choice!
Hopefully this disability will soon disappear
So my mind can once again become clear.
Until then I will spend multitudes of time,
Cranking out one more cheesy rhyme.