Creativity Block - A poem.
Oh how I normally pity the fool
Fallen into the hole
In the darkness that is
Creativity flawed
Like a deep well
With no water to bail
A head that's empty
Except for the fail
Inspiration I lack
Bring your pity on me
In the stupid beads and fabrics
It's nothing I see
I have no more ideas
No thirst or feed
How I hate the block
Its the last of my needs.
Bah...I hate it. *frustrated*
