Sonnet for My Laziness

Each month I used to make games, two or three
Experimental nature were their theme
But now burnout has come and tackled me
That frequency is merely now a dream
In part it’s since I now make games full time
Though no control I earn a salary
I’ve no complaint, the feeling’s quite sublime
That Lemmings guys could think something of me
It isn’t like my idea pool is dry
I’ve got enough for three lifetimes or more
Yet I can’t seem to even try to try
To make a game to pass Innoquous 4
So here’s a final note, it’s to my brain
Engage yourself or I will go insane! :|