I sit at my computer,
My roommate telling me
He's often overcome by
Attacks of poetry.
 
I cannot understand this
Strange phenomenon.
It's never happened to me,
But what is going on?
 
I feel a coming onslaught
Of rhythm and of rhyme:
A sickness I've contracted
For which I have no time.
 
I must try to get rid of
This nasty bug somehow.
It's made me unproductive.
I've got to stop right _