Post by Abby on Feb 13, 2009 18:10:34 GMT -5
“I saw this contest in an ad
A place I nearly flipped my lid
Because I was struck by a bug of Writer’s Block
Just ask my friends, they did!
How did I spend those mindless hours?
In perfect truth – I couldn’t say
But then again, I can’t recall
What I was doing yesterday.
My head quite a mess, sadly
Especially when I hit my head on the desk
Or with the keyboard, doesn’t matter
I can’t even write anything Romanesque.
I jump and howl and beg and plead with the Lord
But there is no relief of this infallible bug!
I looked at the computer screen thinking,
‘Shit, I need a drug.’
My dialogue falls flat
My descriptions stink
I need fodder for my story
Maybe I should try another link
I’m actually quite sane, you see
Because I’m supposed to be thinking right now
Or some crap like that (define think)
Writer’s Block will never say ciao
It’s itching my brain and I can’t reach it
It’ll be back again, and that’s for sure
Insanity is fine on Abby
Trust me that it’ll never be a bore
I must be doing something wrong;
That much, at least, is very clear
They’ll be coming to take me away!
I will never survive, I fear...”
There is silence. Friends blink
Amazed, but not in shock.
While Abby sits, trapped within her skull
Suffering from Writer’s Block
A place I nearly flipped my lid
Because I was struck by a bug of Writer’s Block
Just ask my friends, they did!
How did I spend those mindless hours?
In perfect truth – I couldn’t say
But then again, I can’t recall
What I was doing yesterday.
My head quite a mess, sadly
Especially when I hit my head on the desk
Or with the keyboard, doesn’t matter
I can’t even write anything Romanesque.
I jump and howl and beg and plead with the Lord
But there is no relief of this infallible bug!
I looked at the computer screen thinking,
‘Shit, I need a drug.’
My dialogue falls flat
My descriptions stink
I need fodder for my story
Maybe I should try another link
I’m actually quite sane, you see
Because I’m supposed to be thinking right now
Or some crap like that (define think)
Writer’s Block will never say ciao
It’s itching my brain and I can’t reach it
It’ll be back again, and that’s for sure
Insanity is fine on Abby
Trust me that it’ll never be a bore
I must be doing something wrong;
That much, at least, is very clear
They’ll be coming to take me away!
I will never survive, I fear...”
There is silence. Friends blink
Amazed, but not in shock.
While Abby sits, trapped within her skull
Suffering from Writer’s Block
