A blank page,
A Parker pen,
Two hundred words,
Or maybe ten.
I stare at it,
Looking for inspiration,
My head's a blank,
Need determination.
The marking criteria,
They laugh and they taunt,
Looking so smug,
My dreams they will haunt.
I pick up the pen,
And rest my head on the table,
My thoughts drift away,
As far as I'm able.
I sigh and I mumble,
As I hear the news,
I've got some troubles
and,
The homework blues...
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