The Writer’s Worst Enemy

The little demon
That sits inside my pen.
How can I get rid of you?

You’re making me mad,
Just like that guy from sixth period,
Because, big whoop,
He’s on the wrestling team.

I’m trying to write something,
But you won’t go away.
It’s like you’re laughing at me

Go get a life,
Go bug someone else.
Go get a girlfriend if you have to,
But LEAVE ME ALONE.

Stupid writer’s block.