a poem I'll call..."you ain't shit" (laughs)
Stories of distressed emotions
or... ramble on about lifeless moments
Pace back and forth to the musical notes of insecurities
Pinpoint the culprits in brilliant plays
My literature could write for days
Dancing movies in my head
Previous monologues feed my brain
Writer's block sets in
fingers cramped with plague...
I could pull together strands of DNA to liven your vows
Letter's brought together for words to be orchestrated
Schedule operas for your listening pleasures
I write country, rock
r&b, and hip hop
Writer's block set in
My paper and pen flip flop
Create blogs of Shelf Bitches, Cores of Conflict, even Love
Conclude evaluations on Liars, Cheaters and Thieves
Investigating other writer's paraphanelia
druggy on the emptiness and ..... maybe failure
Rehab and gas'ed up to start a new
Limited or maybe an overload on space
Writer's block wins the race................
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