My enthusiasm was dead —Wicked Witch of the East
shriveled-up coiled shoes under the house
landing in Oz style dead!
I tried to stay alert to generate an idea,
but it was hopeless as I was flat out dead on my feet.
It is hard when you are dead tired
to live up fully to commitments.
Even so, I tried to dress up my thoughts to tell a story,
but whatever I wrote was dead in the water.
I hate it when I am dead right about being dead wrong.