Do What I Want For A Change

If only the creative process
Would yield to intimidation.

The scenario would go something like this:

Alright you little buggers…
I know you’re in there,
All jumbled up together
In a nonsensical mass
Back in the darkest
Recesses of my mind.

I demand you hold
Your serifs up high
And step forward
In a coherent sentence
This instant…
Or else I’ll tear you apart
Letter by letter…
Punctuating your demise
With glee!!

And they say writers are unstable.