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I don't know what to write
Three in the afternoon and staring at the clock,
Inspiration dying more with every tick-tock.
Passing the seconds, staring at the screen.
All my imagination has disappeared somewhere unseen.
God this fucking sucks, having writer's block.
Get bored, open an IM to find a friend and talk.
Maybe if I keep lingering like this I'll get an idea,
Maybe something poetic and powerful about my eye?
Whatever, that's a dumb thing to write about.
I'm trying to find a topic, stop yelling, don't shout.
Fuck this all, I'm sick of sitting around, it's dull.
I'll go get drunk, time to find the alcohol.
Inspiration dying more with every tick-tock.
Passing the seconds, staring at the screen.
All my imagination has disappeared somewhere unseen.
God this fucking sucks, having writer's block.
Get bored, open an IM to find a friend and talk.
Maybe if I keep lingering like this I'll get an idea,
Maybe something poetic and powerful about my eye?
Whatever, that's a dumb thing to write about.
I'm trying to find a topic, stop yelling, don't shout.
Fuck this all, I'm sick of sitting around, it's dull.
I'll go get drunk, time to find the alcohol.
Published 8th Jun 2012
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