Oh, dear, I’ve got writers’ block again—
I’ve got nothing that’s good enough to pen!
My mind’s a blank, my thoughts are cloudy,
I’m out of ideas and my inspiration’s gone rowdy.
I think I woke my brain up too early this morning;
My ideas have gone flat, without any warning.
My wit’s gone numb
My brain is dumb—
I wonder when I’ll feel clever enough
To even scratch out a rough
Version of what I might like to say;
But it may be that I’ve given my head a free day
In which to recoup my thoughts, my brain, my soul—
Until I can get myself back on a roll,
And put some insight into word
Even though the very thought’s absurd!
As my inspiration’s flat as a cracker,
Guess today I’m going to be a slacker!