Sit down and write
Make words flow on command
You expect some great work?
Well I'll sure be damned
I can't make rhymes flow
Not good ones at least
When it's crucial I do
No words will release
My mind keeps them stored up
Locked away in my head
Every sight that I've seen
Every word that I've read
They all come down to nothing
No poems, no stories
No anything special
It's my writing's demise
I'm sorry I'm stumped
My ideas are trapped
They refuse to be inked
They're tangled and overlapped
I'm not sure why
I can't sit down tonight
Can't pick up my pen
Can't make myself write
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