Wasting precious writing space,
on things that will all be erased,
the notebook in your lap is full
of doodles and of duds.
Your head full of myriad
used ideas and old clichés,
it's weighing down your brain
your head falls hard onto the desk.
Chew on an idea, spit it out.
creating used-up paper clouds,
the floor littered with the crap
that you don't want to keep.
Clench your teeth and start again
grab another gel-blue pen
and put it to the paper
just to stare at all the white.