Comeback!

I just screamed out loud,
I fell to the floor,
Swore to myself,
I'd never write any more.

The inner turmoil,
The artist's slow pain,
Attacks, then attacks,
Then it attacks again.

Oh the readers, my readers,
I've let them all down,
By not effectively completing
An employable sound.

But wait, I remember,
I think as I rise,
I ponder,
As I wipe the tears from my eyes.

If I don't write,
The readers will all go away,
I won't have any money,
'cause AC won't pay.

So arise you lame yokel,
And stand fast to your job,
Make a great comeback,
Make someone sob.

No, probably not,
What's more quite truly like me,
Is to rhyme some easy words,
And get something for free!