Cliche'

Loose-leaf strewn about the floor
empty notebooks lie unfulfilled
computers left in eternal sleep mode.
Ah, writer's block!
I'd say the words were unwritten,
but that's too cliche'.
Likewise goes for unrequited love, the crushing abyss of life, and anything remotely involving flowers.
Everything fun has been done already,
all topics left are just boring.
Then again, there are no boring topics
only boring writers.
(Oh joy, another cliche')
Thinking about,
writing about how cliche's are cliche'd is cliche'.
So am I really getting anywhere?