9 December 2012
Time after time I'm writing awful rhymes Losing all my skill Falling down the hill
I just can't join the letters Can not do any better Finally hit a wall Now I just fall
Nothing good to come Nothing, natta, none Giving up at last Burned out way to fast
Can't write anything worth reading Right now a break I am needing That is the lot Poetry has to stop!
Spending time frustrated Thinking my stuff you have hated Don't know where to turn Nothing left to learn
Must find something new I'll never truly leave you But what to turn to now When I can't seem to maow?
The Next Worst Thing • Opuss № I