I want to write the perfect poem

Or novel, tale or anthem

Don’t know where to start

Nor how to go about that

So I asked a wise man and he said

‘Don’t start writing till you get inspired’

I looked around for inspiration

In wine, woman and song

All three together is heady

And I went to sleep unsteady

I woke up with a splitting headache

And inspiration was far away

Then I went to my wise friend

He said ‘it’s not the end.’

‘Keep looking for inspiration

You’ll find aplenty in nature’

So I went searching to the mountains

And valleys, lakes and ocean

Till I got tired of searching

And went to sleep deadbeat

Somehow I couldn’t find inspiration

In all my journeys and travails

My wise friend saw my despair

And told me not to worry

“Listen to the sound of traffic

Inhale some putrid air”

“Listen to the hum of mosquitoes

And take in the city smells”

“When you’re back in your natural habitat

Inspiration will find you there”