Though Amply Rested I Still Yawn

Though amply rested, I still yawn And feel energized after light exercise doth spawn break through viz mental impasse, where endeavor to coax germinating ideas to sprout about as successful as buzzfeeding, jump/kick starting rooting brown lawn to whether drought. Long fostering literary creativity analogous to prying open figurative curtain drawn shut tight within thy noggin unresponsive even when brute force strongly applied, but still... no progress (for aging Pilgrim) made come crack of dawn, thus I temporarily abandon intent. An effort to craft satisfactory poem or prose, (which coveted, kindled, unexpected... futile endeavor deluges me when least able to jot down eureka, whereby brainstorm burst adrip saturating yours truly head to toes dribbling out nostrils, asper my porpoise size bottle nose, hence this feeble effort to appease. No expected attaboy, kudos, bravoes... discerning metaphorical whaling expedition beseeching, imploring, soaking... mine mindscape with profuse voluminous wisdom sans anonymous followers waiting for me to compose usual meaningless gibberish or rare profound nugget of wisdom to disclose. While thrashing within cyber sea, possibly abandoning ambition to compose superbly laced, ginned, coined... poetic adage gee oh into magnum opus masterpiece eye catchingly exotic creation exquisite as silk negligee pantyhose (yea...perhaps yours truly will also send near nude selfie, a worse fate than death cab for cutie) and chuck stock inhibition brokering favorable frescoes tattooed across flesh accentuating anatomical contours of flab wharf flexing muscles simulates geckoes, (albeit selling progressive insurance) appearing to slither across body electric predictably ejaculating Freudian peccadillos, now bolt upright - ******** awakened, no longer sleepy, but dwarfed by giant spuds, no small potatoes eh...yar right to deem this poker face eccentric - born (free) this way, how Elsa to explain (without lion) rambling riotous rumination one among many bumptious desperadoes, and oh...mooch hoe gracias reading poem bumbling, degenerating, fizzling... into lobbying primal salvoes.