I’m in a poetry class this semester, and what if I just wrote all of my poems about Garfield? Every week, just turned in more poems about Garfield.
Workshopping dozens of poems about Garfield.
“I think you’ve kind of played this one out. I feel like maybe you should move on to a different theme.”
Nope. Just more poems about Garfield until everyone feels dead inside.
“I call this one Garfield Likes Brunch.”