Little King of Sorrows
Writer's Block - Poem by Little King of Sorrows
When cat is gone the dog will play,
err... wait... I think I messed that up.
If it's okay I'd like to start over,
Plus I didn't get permissions from Garfield and Rover.
I could erase, but why waste the time,
I think I'll continue writing this rhyme.
Clearing my throat, I recite as I write.
My words sailing up, like invisible kite! ! !
Did I write that for real?
What the hell is my deal?
There must be a way to show how I feel.
I don't mean to bother you guys.
Or waste your time with such lack luster tries.
I'm trying so hard!
I swear that I am! ! !
I'm no Dr. Suess.
But I love his green ham.
SMACK! ! ! ! !
My hand to my head!
Look at all the stupidity said.
If my words were your breath
you'd be better off dead.
One final shot!
I'll give this a go!
I'll master this craft like some kind of pro.
Star Light, Star bright.
I think I've lost the urge to write.
Think I'll play some games tonight.
Since nothing here is going right.
Clever poet I'll never be,
This useless type is boring me.
Something else is calling me,
It's the urge to have to pee.
Why write that crap? I just don't know.
Thought I'd leave a note before I go.
But so much time I wasted so,
my leg is drenched,
with wet warm flow.
I hang my pen, upon the table,
never again to write a fable.
My mind is gone, I am unstable,
Stamp my head, with 'FAULTY' label.
If you don't believe this lie is true,
There's nothing I can say to you.
Should I choose to write round 2,
I'll plan ahead and take a poo.
© 2013 L.K.Sorrows
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