What is it that I want to say
Said the writer to the page
It’s no good giving me blank looks
That gives me writer's rage
I write down something stupid
Then scrunch it in a ball
Cussing my equipment
Turning flow into forestall
I start a brand new sentence
On a cheaper notepad leaf
Yet still I find it all too much
As I descend to writers grief
I check out Wikipedia
Consisting all things known
Though aimlessly I plunder
My sketchiness has grown
With best intentions I give up
Accepting all my limitations
Promising that later on
I’ll benefit from meditations
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