how is it that i keep falling behind on the poetry hoetry composition?

Another month slips through my felt-pen tips. must get cracking on the rhyme. and stop wasting time. and find a tree to climb. i feel that spring has sprung, an expression i abhor, but perhaps am using masochistically. yes, the snow has dwindled to pathetic puddles, the world is a dirty grey, and the temperature is shooting up like heroin.

Speaking of temperatures, i had to write some particularly horrifying copy about high heels the other day -- something along the lines of "It's spring, and temperatures and heels are soaring to new heights". Yes, you hear correctly - the sound of my soul being sucked into the vacum of whore-porate splendor. and you know what? i kind of dig the sound. it's got a ring to it, one that i can only describe as delightful. why? well, why not?

after all - to sum up copywriting in a line (appropriate, really to write a headline about writing headlines) would be to say:

Copywriting. The mind it enlightens, the writing skills it tightens.