Don’t ask me where this little piece of insanity came from . . . I am seriously losing my mind!
To sit in solemn silence on a dull dark dock
In a pestilential prison with a lifelong lock
Awaiting the sensation of a short sharp shock
From a cheap and chippy chopper on a big black block. (Gilbert and Sullivan, The Mikado)
[And now the corrupted version coming from a confused and over/under used brain . . .]
To sit in solemn silence, on my computer chair
In a purple office prison without pulling out my hair
Awaiting inspiration where I only find despair
Which will help the words start flowing from somewhere over there.
“Thank you, Thank you very much.” (Elvis)