Deja vu as I'm writing this rhyme
Once again with words
I just don't shine
Maybe if I stick one here
Then one over there
A great poem will be born
I'll be walking on air
I'm working I'm working
I know that I am
All of my papers
Piling up in the can
Thoughts trip in
Then fade away
I didn't write a poem
Again yesterday
I stalk around my hands in the air
Another 10 sheets in the corner over there
Maybe on my head
My thoughts will flow
Beautiful music right out my toes
But no its a headache coming on
No beautiful poem
No special great words
Not the exciting story
We all should have heard
With a sizable huff
I sit in my chair
My hands on the keyboard
Is the concentration there
I just start writing
Whatever it is
Hoping and Hoping
As I'm writing this
Should I copy this
Should I paste that
Delete it all
I giggle off track
What the heck is the matter with me
I'll post it anyway
As a matter of fact
Maybe I had nothing to say
My brains all numb
The fog in deep
Air bubbles gurgle
I'm still sitting in my seat
I can't stand it no more
I give up
I can't write it today
The great poem of the century
That's coming your way
Just isn't going to happen
On this particular day