the pen's ink spilled on the floor
the coffee spilled on my notepad
how can i write poetry
if my old readers are gone now
even my patience faded like a star
with the death of my laptop
with the poetry book i wrote 
that i'm supposed to publish soon
and i lost my internet connection
i can't contact my sister
my bestie, my mates
i can't post a single word
'cause typhoons were a bad thing
i'm exhausted doing the laundry
"oh sir, kindly fix the electricity."
i want the AI to clean the house
so i can explore my creativity
and in a moment of frustration
i cursed at my neighbor (accidentally)
now i'm expulsed
what...