My pen is playing tricks again
As it moves across the page,
It has no respect at all
For me at any stage.

It`s rambling on at will
Never waiting for my brain
Who would tell it what to write,
I`m just sitting here in vain.

I`ve put it down a time or two
Thinking it may need a rest,
But it has a mind of its own
And thinks that it knows best.

I can`t get it to grasp
That I might need a say
Or decide what is written,
It`s just arrogant today.

So I`m giving it away now
As it won`t write me a decent rhyme,
I`ve been sat here for ages
And it`s just a waste of time.