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The Poets Block
What will I read tonight?
The pressure is driving me crazy
There were many days
Why have I been so lazy?
I have been pondering at the paper
For more than an hour
Nothing has transpired
My ideas and thoughts have turned sour
My bid to draw from the quietness of the library has failed
Even the skeleton,
I bet he was a poet like me
Devoid of thought hung on a tree
From the corner he stares with a grin
As pages after pages I bin
Mocking me from across the grave
“Nothing you can write can save”
From what my fellow poets will say
Their standards are so high
O GOD help me save the day
Send down an inspiration from the sky
Alas none came and here I sand
Reading this crap
Which even I fail to understand
A heart block I can reverse
But a writer’s block is far worse
It’s more like constipation
The harder you try the more difficult the motion
The moral of the story my friends
When you have an idea
Work on it then
Do not let it linger in your mind
Before it goes out of your hind
