Deadline stared him in his face and the agent screamed incoherently

The dreaded writer's block chose the opportune moment to strike

Staring at the blank monitor did no good whatsoever

Loads of caffeine clouded the brain

Desperately he turned to

His favorite

Muse.

In lightning speed did his fingers fly over the computer keyboard

In a daze was his mind and confusion reigned supreme

Lyrical verse however gradually took shape on the monitor

Ideas in dazzling colors fructified freely

How is it possible?

Artificial Intelligence,

Stupid!