A Bad Writers Song

My dense brain
Can’t write poetry
Can’t write prose
Stuck for words
Gasping for breath
On one stark blog

If only I could write
Thoughts in flight
Would adorn the starkness
With vibrant luminance
Of potent prose
And fine verse

But then I can’t
And so I scribe
Amateur tripe
Mushy trash
All empty and shallow

I am back

He He he