Monday 6 January 2020

Writer's block


Writer’s block

Meaningless nothingness
Lip service to uselessness
I can’t take it
Any further now
Like the man grey
In the Overlook’s employ
With nothing to say
All work and no play
Makes Jack a dull boy
But all play and no work
Makes me
A dole boy
Either way
My brain refuses
To employ
A single
Cell
Go to Hell
You fuckers
I admit defeat
I give up
I can’t compete.

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