The block is widely said to be
For the writer a cruel mockery,
A mental block impervious as cut stone
Or perhaps a blocking emotional cyclone;
But never able in defence to wield
The comforting block from a rejection shield.
Sometimes in extremis the writer's block
Can feel as frustrating as a cell block,
Embrace the challenge presented today,
Blocks are for building plots with word play.
Rather to fear the unforgiving clock
Than blood blackened on the executioner's block.
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