I sit at my computer
Fingertips above the keys
I hope to write all day and night
For words to come with thoughtless ease.
A novel or a poem's all I ask.
I do not ask for more.
A single book, a poetic hook,
For little I implore.
But alas, no luck, nothing to show
I stare straight at the empty screen,
It stares back at me so mockingly
And I scream, "You're so mean!"
I do so hate this writer's block
I hate it with all my heart
It stops my thinking and leaves me sinking
And halts my attempts at art.
"But wait," I cry, "I have a plan!
"Oh joy, oh happy day!
"This sad situation has provided inspiration!"
And I wrote my writer's block away.
So how did I do it? I'll tell you how
I'll say with no more talk.
You'll laugh and shout as you hear about
How I wrote of my writer's block.