Desperate Times

i've been trying to write as of late
It's not been going very well
Oh how fantastic fine and great
If i really had something to tell

But i guess i will just have to wait
For my ideas to gather and gel
To shake myself out of this state
Just wish i had something to sell

No i cry this shall not be my fate
My spirit can cast a spirited spell
Will find a way to write a new slate
Can't end the poem damn it to hell