"Me! Me! Listen to me!"

The voice in my head fairly screams.

"No, I, I! The better idea is mine."

It's the start of a cacophany

.

In comparison to the first

relatively quiet voice

the next onslaught

is devastating

My creativity, a kind of curse

to what sort of choice,

am I to be brought?

(though to listen in is fascinating!)

This idea, that idea,

what idea is the best?

This plan, that plot,

can you just give me a rest?

Elves? Dwarves?

is there a unique genre?

Skip drives? Cyborgs?

What cause for infinite drama!

What to do?

Sip  some tea,

stoutly ignoring

my terror of a muse.

Throw out the pen,

use my metaphorical hammer.

When an idea rears its head,

it'd better use its manners!