Dear Milkman

Dear Milkman
I'm so sad to say
I simply could not write today.

My foot went numb,
My nail is cracked,
I have this itch upon my back.

My hair is frizzed,
My room too cold,
I'm simply feeling way too old.

My head it hurts,
My eyes are red,
I have this buzzing in my head.

My muse is gone,
My keyboard froze,
(Cookie crumbs; now WHO eats those?!)

There's all these reasons,
Now you see,
Why you didn't hear from me.

My rhyme is done,
But I'll be dissed;
It's rather obvious - I "wrote" this...