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.