Today I sit down to create
and instead I find a block of a curious sort
There was fire this morning
and now I see only cigarette butts
Last night I saw friendship
I took the bus home and fell promptly asleep
This morning I felt smelly
I did not like the look of my to-do list
So I tore it up
My plans and all that malarkey
I will have chicken for breakfast
and vomit afterwards
Nothing in the
Whole
Wide
World
Matters
As long as this block in my head
goes away.
{Poetic prose}