I seem to have writer's block
Everything is interesting to me
And my mind goes a billion miles an hour
As my feet shuffle along
But sit me down in front of
A piece of paper
And this is all I can seem to
Come up with
An illustration of my own creative process
As I write it down
A detailling of a sentance gone mad
With self-reference
An ever-increasingly long
Pedantic but not quite yet in the
"Run-on sentance" catagory
(A possibility, mind you,
Considering that the reader
May be running out of breath
Here)
Rant that is either being read
To you, the audience
Live, or in recording
Or being read by you
In any one of a
Number of languages
(Assuming this by now
Excruciatingly difficult
To keep track of
Phrase is translatable)
A sentance self-evidently premised
As an absolute falsehood
Yet a perfectly viable and quite readable fiction
O.K., perhaps I haven't got writer's block
And just have nothing to say